Some of the things we treasure are actually strangling us. Other treasures in our lives we hold too loosely. This week I’m taking five minutes with the Five Minute Friday #fmfparty gang to write unedited on a theme sent out by Kate Motaung. The word-prompt today is DEAR.
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‘Your laws are my treasure, they are my heart’s delight,’ says the Psalmist in Psalm 119.111. His heart is captivated for 176 verses about God’s word. And then the Psalmist talks more about who it reflects, the Law-Giver, than the word itself. ‘I reflect at night on who you are, Lord…’ (v55).
Treasuring the word of God leads us to good places. We have it in our own language, unlike so many (of 7000 languages in the world today, only 540 or so have a complete Bible), and we are not persecuted for owning one. But the ease with which we can take it or leave it means we often leave it.
Those without the precious words treat it as a treasure. So very dear.
I think of many other things (and people) in my life that I call ‘dear’. I must confess, I even cling to the people, or the thought of them, with an unhealthy obsession. The psalmist’s words seem crazy to me (I mean, who loves the word of God like that? Isn’t he just a little bit unhinged?). But when I look at how I love other things and people to the point of obsession, an obsession that leads me away – not towards – the One I love, that seems to me to be crazy.
Let’s take Gollum from the Lord of the Rings as a warning, caressing ‘my precious’ and withering in his soul by the day. It would pay for us to chose the right things and people to hold dear, or we’ll find that our ‘treasures’ control and destroy us.