The Thief, Part 2

(Author’s Note: This entry will not make much sense unless you have read the previous entry titled, “The Thief.”)

This morning as I was sitting on my front porch, missing my truck, wondering if the thief would be caught, I met another man looking for a criminal. As he approached, he handed me an 8-inch by 11-inch piece of paper, with a photo of his son and a short statement:

“Please help me find the coward(s) who killed my son. Early Saturday morning, on May 30, 2009, around 3 a.m., he was gunned down—not shot once, but several times.”

What do you say to a grieving father?

I’ll bet he wasn’t interested in hearing about my stolen truck and all the stress it was causing in my life.

Even as I am writing this, I am still upset that our truck has not been found.

But it does seem kind of petty to be grieving the loss of a truck when there are others who have so much more to grieve.

After going inside and showing the paper to my wife, I went upstairs and reread the Sermon on the Mount. About halfway through, Jesus begins to talk about treasures, “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust consume and where thieves break in and steal; but store up for yourselves treasures in heaven … for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also” (Matthew 6:19-21).

What does it mean to store up treasures in heaven?

I am pretty sure that my truck falls into the “moth and rust” category.

What is it that drives me (us) to be so consumed with things?

I like my stuff.

I know that my stuff is not a treasure to be stored in heaven.

But I like my stuff, and I get upset when it is taken away – stolen.

Today I was reminded that there are more important things then a truck, a nice house or new clothes.

People, regardless of how we know them or feel about them, are treasures worthy of heaven.


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  1. I've had that driven home today too. I rode that BMW out to convention this year, and then due to a seized fuel pump sent it home on the semi, only to have something in the tie-down fail and it rode most of the way home on it's side, arriving basically totaled. Follow that up w/ a bunch of other stuff like employment termination stupidity and health insurance headaches/rejections, having to kill my son's first pet (suffered a fall & broken back), etc. and I was feeling like I was having a bad couple weeks. Then I heard today that a college friend lost her 11 yr old daughter in a boat accident. I've got NOTHING to be grieving when the weight of something like that comes home… I've simply got no words for the ache I feel for them.-Russ

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