Monday, June 08, 2015
Yesterday, ageing played another prank on me. In my
hurry to leave, I came to church without my bag! As I could recall – I was
supposed to go back inside the house after putting my shoes, Bible,
discipleship handbook and blazer in the car. But instead, I got in, fixed my
things, sat in comfort, confidently closed the car door and left. I literally
brought nothing but myself. I felt sick of being forgetful – of all
the things to overlook, why the carrier of the most important things I own? I
told myself. I would not have found the answer to that until our guest speaker
shared to us 1 Corinthians 6:19-20, on which the last part says, “Ye are not
your own.”
By profession, I am trained to take account of
other people’s financial matters. Their assets, liabilities and earnings –
basically keeping record of their net worth. It’s parallel to how I account mine – paychecks, utility bills,
insurance and amortization. Everyone will agree how easy it is for us to claim
the right of ownership to these things and how easy it is to forget who the
real Owner is. As humans, giving high regard to the things we have (because we worked hard for them) leaves us reluctant about who actually owns them. I was ashamed. At one point, I even thought of going back home just
to get my bag.
In a wider perspective, we tend to be controlled by the
things we claim ownership of. It always boils down to possession – it’s ours,
it’s mine. Just as how the world caved in on Job’s life – how all
his properties were raided and destroyed, how he lost all his children in a
wink of an eye, how his whole body was sored with boils, and how his own wife
mocked him to curse the Lord so he would finally die – I came to thinking if I’d
have gotten any praise left in my heart to offer the Lord from all this kind of
sorrow, of losing everything in this life, if I were in his shoes. I can’t imagine!
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