We went on a rabbit trail hike the other day, to a small island which can only be reached with a dinghy. The bridge span was removed years ago. Apparently prior to removing the span, this was a dumping area, surely illegal and probably the reason for closing it to the public.
But all the rusted deteriorating things got me thinking.
Someone paid hard cash for these items at one time, maybe it was even passed on and had a second owner. It had value, someone worked for it.
Yet here it lies.
An argument could be made that a bed, a fridge, or a little girl’s bike was a necessary expenditure, but people have moved on and these things are no longer useful to anyone.
Jesus knew this was coming. Rusty stuff doesn’t surprise Him at all. It shouldn’t surprise me either. Yet, I still make myself so Weary by Wednesday trying to attain treasures like these and worry when they don’t last.
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 neither moth nor rust destroys, and where thieves do not break in or steal; for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. Matthew 6:19-21
I get it out of order, I forget what real treasure is and where those treasures will last forever.
How are you doing with treasures? I would love to pray with you.