Sometime ago, on 18th April, it was made known to me how much taxes I needed to pay for the year. It was a first for me. It marks another step towards growing up that I guess have to come to terms with. Last year I attended more weddings, more funerals and more baby showers than I have ever done in my entire life. Receiving that tax amount seemed like another milestone in this journey of life. My first thought when I received it was to crack a little joke in my own head (“Guess this means I now possess the right to act like a jerk and complain about everything under the sun”). You may laugh but if you have lived in this world long enough, you would be forgiven for thinking that the purpose of a tax bill is the entitlement to complain, and less about paying one’s dues. That tax bill also brought to mind those peculiar verses in the Bible that Christians should be familiar with: And Jesus said to them, “Whose likeness and inscription is this?” They said, “Caesar’s.” Then he said to