Sorry, folks, that there hasn’t been a devotional in weeks. Sis. Cathy and I have been moving to a new (for us) house, and it has been consuming and tiring task, to say the least.
One thing that has sapped a lot of our attention has been packing and unpacking cardboard boxes. You probably couldn’t believe how many. We had a great source for sturdy empty boxes – The Table food pantry after they had received shipments. I made three trips to the pantry with my pick-up truck and filled the back of the truck and the cab with about 80 boxes per trip. We packed all but a few for our move. It took three men a couple of hours just to move the boxes. After about a week of unpacking, the garbage men were greeted by eight bundles of collapsed boxes. Boxes and more boxes – we haven’t reached the bottom of the pile, yet.
Is that a good way to measure a life – by how many boxes it takes to pack it up? Not at all. To put it bluntly, most of us will end up in one box, a casket. We will all be equal at death, and there will be no rewards for the biggest pile of boxes left behind.
The entire tiring process of moving has reminded me of how petty and insignificant the material possessions of life are. They really belong in cardboard boxes because they are all going to end up as dust. The only thing in life that truly matters is what we do for the glory of God.
Jesus was so right:
Luke 12:15 And he said unto them, Take heed, and beware of covetousness: for a man’s life consisteth not in the abundance of the things which he possesseth.