Some things don’t compare. A lot of friends and family are getting nice flat screens, our little ol’ TV – it doesn’t compare. I pulled up to a Porsche yesterday, yep, I was in the Taurus – didn’t compare. We spent the weekend at my brother and sister in law’s house in McKinney, TX; as we drove through down town many of the houses… well let’s just say our house can’t begin to compare with them.
When is contentment with lesser things not a virtue? It would be foolish of me to buy a Porsche, it would strain our finances and cause my wife to throw incredibly large heavy objects at my face (if you know Bethany this is a ridiculous for two reasons: 1. she uses silence not violence, 2. if she were to throw something it could not be large and heavy. The muscles in those skinny little arms though defines are alas attached to skinny little arms, skinny little arms that I love and adore mind you. I will now cease this impertinent deviation). But say both, the Taurus and the Porsche, are available at the same price while retaining their respective quality level, then I would be a fool to keep the Taurus. Sorry Birnies, we love the car but…
What a fool I must look as I am enamored with things so much lesser than Christ. Spiritually I am often caught driving a lemon, living in a shack, and watching black and white.
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how many times do I have to tell you…not “skinny”…”thin”…it sounds so much better…and I can pick up Frodo who weighs 30 pounds so you better be careful what you say…I might not throw him but think of all the things that weigh 30 pounds…
I’m thankful for the Taurus…hehehe…it brings lots of laughter…
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Great post, Josh. Reminds me of a joke I heard years ago about a man who spent his life on earth acquiring and hoarding gold. Upon his death, he bargained at the gates of heaven, begging and pleading that he be allowed to bring some of his precious treasure with him into paradise. God finally relented and allowed the man to bring some of his prized gold with him into eternity. The man proudly walked into heaven, arms full of his earthly prize. As he walked by, one angel remarked to another, “Why’s that guy carrying around pavement?”
How God must be disapointed in us as we pride ourselves in this life with things that are but bits of string and paper in comparison to what awaits us in eternity.
By the way, the Porsche that rear-ended us a few months ago didn’t fare nearly so well as our old suburban. Small consolation, but us poor folk have to cling to what we can!
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