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It is gloomy in Barnsdall today. Heavy. The world outside looks nothing like Jesus. So many people seeking their own. I sat down to write about money, but all I can think about is treasure.
Didn’t Jesus have something to say about that?
Didn’t he say to give to Caesar what bears the Caesar’s image? Didn’t He say to give to God what bears His?
Didn’t He say that where our treasures are, there our hearts will find their home?
When Jesus spoke of treasure, it didn’t look like this world. It didn’t look like personal jets or mansions or ten thousand dollar suits. It didn’t look like health and wealth as a measuring stick. It didn’t look like power grabs or political leverage.
It didn’t look like any earthly kingdom. It looked like one single pearl. It looked like buried treasure. It looked like a Promise that sets the world on fire and will one day set it to rights.
May we seek His treasure. May we sell all we own to buy it. May we know the Kingdom of God. May we witness “... thousands upon thousands of angels in joyful assembly.” (Heb. 12:22)
May we give to this world every single thing that bears its image. May we steward well the image of God.