I have some antique farm equipment on the front lawn, meaningful gifts from a beloved brother-in-law. Tacked up on the beams in the basement of my home are some old number plates that had belonged to me or my son. Some empty soda bottles from the 50’s sit quietly on the windowsill in my study. Different articles on the foundation shelf relating to moose display my fascination with these animals. My diplomas and awards hang on the wall and are meaningless to everyone but me. I’ve also stored some communications from many individuals in various places because they have meaning. My toolboxes contain a multitude of tools that will never be used by me or anyone else. A plastic model of the battleship Bismark that my grandson printed for me holds a special place and sits out in the open. Many coffee cups with numerous sayings that will never be filled with caffeinated liquid adorn a place or two. That’s enough. Someday, when I’m out of here, someone will have a load of stuff to take to the dump.
I’m reflecting on all of this and wondering what have I accumulated for eternity? Let’s consider the following verses:
Matthew 6:19-20
Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal; but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal.
Luke 12:20-21
But God said to him, ‘Fool! This night your soul will be required of you; then whose will those things be which you have provided?
So is he who lays up treasure for himself and is not rich toward God.
Just thinking. How about you?
Gary