Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. Matthew 6:19-21 (NIV)
I had the Treasure, but they didn’t know it. I wanted to give them the Treasure, but they didn’t ask. They seemed to be content with their own treasures, but I knew I had the best One. And now I pray they will find the Treasure.
We were at a Bed & Breakfast the other night. My husband and I finally had the opportunity to sneak away for our anniversary. We used our date money from the past year to get a room for one night at an old mansion B&B. The charming gardens and antique furniture made it more special than your standard motel room. But what I didn’t realize until morning was that all the B&B guests eat together. It wouldn’t be a romantic meal for the two of us, but a group of people conversing over candlesticks and waffles.
The folks at the table were a friendly bunch, though we felt a bit out of our league. There was the young bank investor couple from South Africa, spending several months traveling. There was the retired English couple from the Cayman Islands, also investors on their American tour. There was the Texas couple traveling the U.S. before heading to Europe. There was the political commentator’s wife who had just taken her daughter to college, leaving an empty chair at the table. There was the mysterious couple sitting at the overflow table in the next room. And there were we, the church camp workers celebrating one night away from home.
Topics of conversation traveled from careers to wineries to itineraries to politics. That proved to be touchy ground between the Texan and the political commentator’s wife. If politics are touchy, surely religion is also. As I nibbled my fruit compote, my thoughts wandered to the mystery stories I’ve read in the past. If there was a murder, we would all be kept at the B&B while an investigation transpired, and we’d all get to know each other more than we desired. Perhaps, before it was announced that the butler did it, I could have given them my Treasure.
But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. 2 Corinthians 4:7 (NIV)
What is my Treasure? My Treasure is Good. My Treasure is Love. My Treasure is more precious than silver. My Treasure is more costly than gold. My Treasure is the Beginning and the End, the First and the Last, the Way, the Truth, and the Life. My Treasurer is the Giver of every good and perfect gift. My Treasurer is my Delight, my Helper, my Hope, my Keeper, my Light, my Miracle Worker, my Refuge, my Rescuer, my Rock, my Shield, my Strength, my Reward. My Treasure is the same yesterday, today and forever. My Treasure is Alive, Almighty, Bread of Life, Compassionate, Creator of the Universe, Eternal, Faithful, Forgiving, Glorious, Gracious, Great, Holy, Just, Kind, King of kings, Lord of lords, Merciful, Perfect, Powerful, Redeemer, Righteous, Savior of my soul, Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace, the One and Only, the Son of God, Jesus Christ.
He is worth more than all bank investors combined. You don’t have to travel the world to find Him. He loves all people, no matter their political leanings. He was sitting right with us in the empty chair.
Ask me and I will gladly give you My Treasure.
For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. Luke 12:34 (NIV)