I had to go to the dump today. There doesn’t seem to be as much cool stuff lying around as when I was a kid, but there’s still some neat stuff. As I looked around I kept finding great stuff and I just couldn’t believe people were throwing it away. I finally had to make myself stop and go home.
All the way home I thought about how fortunate I had been to be there at just that time. Why, in another few minutes the bulldozer would probably have been through and just crushed and pushed everything into a twisted heap.
When I got home I quickly started unloading all my treasures to more carefully admire them. To my surprise the things just didn’t look like they did earlier. The shine on stuff didn’t seem as bright. There were dull and worn spots. Small parts were missing from things and I started feeling a little let down. As I looked at my pile of treasures I realized that all I had was a pile of junk.
I thought sadly, how too like so many things in life. I see the glamour and the allusion of shiny treasures and the temptation of the things around and am so lured to them. They’re not necessarily bad, but when the time with them is through I realize how much time I have spent with those things and not with my Maker. And as with the pile of treasures on the floor I now have nothing of any lasting value.
I now have another trip to the dump to get rid of all my stuff. I hope I don’t find anything.
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