Possessions have somewhat an odd history in my family.
I grew up witnessing an avid, almost compulsive search for certain items, repeated again and again, regardless of lack of funds.
There was a rather manic sense of the never enough, as well as an extraordinary amount of reverence for some objects from select people.
The church of the “name it and claim it” we attended was not particularly helpful in this matter, to say the least.
Oh, and heaven forbid anything should ever happen to these things, even accidentally.
Also, heaven forbid you didn’t show the proper level of admiration for them, unless and until the purging cycle would begin.
Then, your insights might briefly be welcome…
Even though they were not even your things most times, but, rather, something you were just watching someone else have, love, discard of, and often regret the loss of down the road.
Frankly, the whole process frustrated me intensely at times.
Oh, not out of jealousy, mind you.
I had my physical needs met and then some.
I also received many a “guilt gift” after the worst altercations at home.
But, that is another matter altogether…
All this to say that, along with my ever developing faith, these baffling ways have influenced much of my current views on the subject of things.
Which is that things are just that.
Some are wonderful, some you might even consider beloved.
Gifts from others should indeed be appreciated, particularly when knowing the heart behind them.
But, in the end, not a single possession can we take with us, save our salvation in Christ.
Therefore, nothing should ever be elevated above that.
It’s an ongoing problem, of course, but I do think specifically of this:
Shortly, we shall see in our country the yearly avarice escalate as it tragically always does at this time.
People will sacrifice family to camp out for the “best” deals.
They will scramble, claw, and scratch for the latest greatest whatever.
Or, they are, in fact, home, but not present as they scour the internet for their elusive prizes.
Either way, they will max out credit cards, fling away savings, and drain accounts in the pursuit of what?
To impress someone with their extravagance?
To keep up with some arbitrary standard?
To prove something to somebody somewhere?
To try and buy what can never be bought?
For, if I’ve figured out one truth, it’s this:
Joy cannot be found in any store.
It doesn’t exist in finding that one particular, physical object you have always longed for.
Because, as I could clearly see over my growing up years, the feelings were always so fleeting.
Hence, the dissatisfaction would begin to nag once more like a tickling throat, the throwing aside the old would commence, and the hunt for more would begin again like a desperate search for refuge.
A refuge refusing to be found…
Because it’s not there in the temporal, physical realm!
Not a bit of this stuff can ever be our rescue.
Not one iota will count towards what we are building for eternity.
Some will build with hay, straw, wood, stubble.
Others with precious jewels and gold.
( See 1 Corinthians 3:12)
In the end, we will answer for what we’ve prized, what we’ve built as believers.
And, it will be our living for Him that counts, rather than living for the sake of things.
I pray I can keep this in my heart this season and always.
May we each be able to do so, friends.
Blessings to you!