Who owns my stuff?

In the past three days, we have toured six museums of the vast nineteen buildings that make up the Smithsonian in Washington, DC. While overwhelmed by the beauty of Monet paintings and fascinated by the work of international spies (there is a Spy Museum), I do agree with the wisdom and command of God in these words…

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. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. (Matthew 6:19–21)

Augustine of Hippo, an early Christian theologian whose writings influenced the development of Western Christianity and philosophy (354-430) is viewed as one of the most important Church Fathers. His works, “City of God” and “Confessions” are read widely today. He wrote today’s devotional on the theme of heaping up treasure on earth. He said, “What is more mad, more unhappy? All day long you are harassed by labor, all night agitated by fear. That your coffer may be filled with money, your soul is in a fever of anxiety.”

What could be more contemporary and relevant? We are in the capital city of American where this is illustrated on every street. Surely, “Man is a mere phantom as he goes to and fro: he bustles about, but only in vain; he heaps up wealth, not knowing who will get it” (Psalm 39:6).

Yes, we bustle about in vain, even when all of that bustling is successful. Wealth accumulates and yet we die so soon, as do our children. As Augustine says, this is great futility that ones who must soon die lay up for those who must soon die also.

As for storing things in museums, I cannot say that is wrong. Looking at the past can prepare and equip us for the future. However, the value put on the stuff is seldom about that, except perhaps the artifacts and photographs in the Holocaust Memorial. I have to ask the question – what is the difference between a museum and a hoarder’s stash? Perhaps the perceived value? Or the sophisticated presentation? Or the security guards?

Jesus said, “Heaven and earth will pass away” (Matthew 24:35). I am aware of that. I am also aware of wanting what I have possessed and produced here to have a significant fate rather than end up in the trash heap or a bonfire. I understand the human desire to keep and preserve what has been done.

But I also understand that I will not lose what I have given away. It may be that what I hold on earth (with anxiety) I will also possess in heaven free from care. God shows me over and over how important to not hold tightly to any of it. Instead, I’m to let Jesus take charge of my stuff and thus be in charge of my heart.

No graves, no museums

We walked through part of Arlington Cemetery yesterday and watched the changing of the guard at the tomb of the Unknown Soldier. I wondered if he had a wife who mourned? Or left children without a dad? Were his parents told? Or did they wonder until they died what happened to their son?

We also walked along the Vietnam Memorial with more than 53,000 names engraved in marble, I also thought about the spouses left behind and the tears of sorrow for families as they realized their sons and daughters, husbands and wives, mothers and fathers were gone from them. Hundreds, even thousands died in war. These were sobering scenes.

This morning, I read these verses about my beloved Jesus, to whom I have been betrothed, and think about the realities of this union and how He will never leave me or forsake me. This is wonderful, yet does not dull the pain of those who mourn the deaths of their earthly spouse.

My beloved is mine, and I am his…. I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me. (Song of Solomon 2:16, 7:10)

I feel humbled to be part of the Bride of Christ. He has blessed me with a deep sense of His love, of belonging to Him. He offers me all that He has that I might live in peace and joy. There will be no gravestones that separate us.

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? … No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 8:35–39)

Today we go back to that area of DC and have a look at part of the Smithsonian. A couple of days will give us only a small glimpse of what mankind has collected and marked as historically valuable. As I walk through the immense buildings, I will remember what is important to God. He created people to be in intimate relationship with Him, to know and enjoy Him forever. He sent His Son to die so we could be forgiven our sin and become pure and holy, a bride fit for this heavenly Bridegroom.

The stuff we collect, the lives that we live, are important, but not nearly so valuable as our eternal souls because all that stuff and all those lives eventually wind up in museums or graveyards, or even in places marked “unknown” -- whereas the souls that are united to Him can look forward to becoming imperishable and spending an eternal honeymoon with Jesus.