Thursday, March 10, 2005

True Treasure

It’s March, and those of us with Irish blood think of leprechauns and pots of gold at the end of rainbows. Of treasures hidden in green beds of shamrocks.

Over coffee at our local Barnes and Nobel, I asked my son, Rob, what came to his mind when I said the word “treasure.” I expected him to give the same answer as my husband and daughter gave—pirate. However, his answer surprised me.

“Treasure is anything I pursue.”

He sipped his coffee and gave me his half smile and raised one eyebrow.

“But, Mom, that doesn’t always mean what we treasure is good.”

“How so?”

“What fills our minds, what drives us each day, is what we treasure. So, greed, envy, lust, could be our treasure.”

That gave me pause. What filled my mind? If I see someone who has offended me haveI forgiven that person or do I rehearse and nurse past hurts? If the latter is true, then my treasure is bitterness and unforgiveness.

Am I unhappy with my home? My position in life? Do I envy friends? Strangers? If so, my treasure is envy, ingratitude and jealousy.

As usual, after an evening with Rob, I had to go home and muse over our conversation.
What’s in my treasure chest? What am I pursuing? After careful evaluation and prayer, I repented of anything I valued that wasn't worthy of my relationship to God. You see, the Lord should be my treasure and what is important to Him is what I should pursue.

What does God treasure?

You. Me. All people.

I should cherish what He cherishes and take every opportunity to actively pursue the good of others, without the worry of self-preservation. God will take care of me.

Can you imagine a world where everyone pursues the good of others without worrying about themselves? That would be Heaven, literally.

Unfortunately, I can’t change the world, but, I can certainly change my little corner of it.

This Irish blessing is something from my treasure chest to yours:

May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields and,
Until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
God bless you!