Inside Out

This.  Guitar.  Could.  Be.  Mine. 

The little boy, all of five years old, stood near the back of the music store holding the six hundred dollar guitar he had just picked up from my repair rack.  The paper tag that clung to one of the tuning keys by its string spun crazily in the breeze from the ceiling fan overhead, offering proof that it couldn’t be his.

It belonged to someone already.  It could never be his.

Nevertheless, he repeated the words, since his mother hadn’t heard him the first time seemingly.

This.  Guitar.  Could.  Be.  Mine.  

Please.

She had heard him.  Before he added the please, she had heard him.

I was waiting for her to take action since the expensive guitar was actually in the young child’s hands.  My every fiber screamed for me to do something about it. But, not wanting to frighten the boy, nor anger the mom, I sat quietly to see what she would do.

Surely, she would tell the boy to put the guitar down that instant.  At the very least, she would walk back to where he stood strumming the strings of his new guitar lovingly and, taking it from his little hands, she would let him know firmly it would never be his.

She did neither.

“Here, honey.  I got you some guitar picks.  Oh, did you see the toys they have for you to play with up here?”

She bribed the child.  Bribed him.

I understand.  The method of child rearing has been in vogue for many years, perhaps from the dawn of time.

It’s easier to take the desire for things and shift it to other things than it is to say no.  Saying no is difficult and there is usually unhappiness to follow.  And, unhappiness is to be avoided at all costs it seems.

Besides, if you’re slick enough at the process, the child will believe the item you use as a bribe is his or her own idea and what they really want anyway.

Come to think about it, that is what happens eventually.  Like a dickering flea-market vendor, the child learns to ask for the impossible, knowing he or she will receive something else of lesser value with almost no fuss at all.

It begins with the parent manipulating the child and winds up the other way around.

To be honest, I’m often happier if the parent is successful in this method, as well.  No unhappiness is easier for innocent bystanders, too.

The price to be paid for such child-rearing will most likely not come due at my expense, but make no mistake, it will come due.

I wonder if the idea of offering consolation prizes is responsible for the current crop of folks who don’t believe that our Heavenly Father ever says no.  They don’t believe He would ever discipline those He loves.

Being loved means being given everything we’ve ever wanted or asked for.  They think.

You do know parents don’t give their five-year-old sons six hundred dollar guitars, right?  They do give their children the opportunity to begin playing an age-appropriate instrument so that someday they may—may—be ready for such a guitar.

So it is to be in our lives.  In obedience, we grow and mature.  Faithfulness in small things leads to responsibility in larger things. (Matthew 25:21)  Not as a bribe, but as evidence that our lives are guided by a loving Father, a Father who gives good gifts to His children.

He gives good gifts.  Always. (James 1:17)

Can I make this as clear as possible?  Many of the things we claim as ours can never actually be ours.

tag-295248_640The tag that hangs from them does not now bear our name, nor will it ever.

This is a hard truth.  Hard.

Still, I’ve heard different words from the lips of more men—followers of Christ, if you will— than I can count.

God wants you to be happy they say.

Content.  He wants us to be content.  (1 Timothy 6:6)

But, it says it in our Constitution—We are endowed by our Creator with rights.  There it is!

The pursuit of happiness.

Godliness.  He wants us to pursue Godliness. The psalmist tells us if we delight in our God, He will give us our heart’s desires.  (Psalm 37:4)

Ah.  I’ve made a mistake, haven’t I?

Look at it!  There!  He will give us everything our heart desires.  Everything does have a tag with my name on it.  Everything I want.

You’ll pardon me if I point out just one little thing, won’t you?

He will.  He will give us everything our heart desires.  But first, our heart has to desire Him more than anything else.

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And, as our old friend, Mr. Shakespeare, would say—There’s the rub.

Jesus said it just as clearly, centuries later than the psalmist.  My words will live in you and you will dwell (find all of life’s essentials) in me.  Then, you may ask whatever you want in my name and you will have it.  (John 15:7)

Godliness brings contentment.

Following Christ completely turns our heart’s desires completely inside out.

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Inside out.

I’m confident there’s no Maserati with a tag bearing my name—no huge bank account either.  It doesn’t matter.

There have been good gifts all along the way.  Some have even been material things.

Most have not.

His good gifts aren’t just good for me.  They were never intended to be held close and hoarded, but shared and given away freely.

His gifts don’t inspire greed and covetousness, but love and contentment.

It seems a good place to dwell.

I’d like to live here for awhile.

You?

 

 

It is better to be godly and have little
    than to be evil and rich.
For the strength of the wicked will be shattered,
    but the Lord takes care of the godly.
(Psalm 37:16-17 ~ NLT)

 

“They have succeeded in accumulating a greater mass of objects, but the joy in the world has grown less.”
(from The Brothers Karamazov ~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky ~ Russian novelist ~ 1821-1881)

 

Then He said to them, “Beware, and be on your guard against every form of greed; for not even when one has an abundance does his life consist of his possessions.”
(Luke 12:15 ~ NASB)

 

 

© Paul Phillips. He’s Taken Leave. 2016. All Rights Reserved.

Dragon Gold

Who steals my purse steals trash.

The high school kid smiled wryly at us for just a second as we moved closer to his checkout stand.  Then he turned his attention back to the young lady beside the register.  He had just scanned four tubes of a popular health & beauty product for her.

“That will be twenty-one dollars and seventy-six cents, Ma’am.”

Silently, the lady reached into her wallet and took out a coupon.  Beep!  He scanned the bar code into the machine.  The total was instantly three dollars lower.

He turned to her to tell her the new amount, but all she did was pull another coupon from her wallet.  Each time he completed the scan on one, she pulled out another, until there were five coupons on the counter. He dutifully scanned each one in.  With the fifth piece of paper though, the machine let out a raucous screech, instead of the cutesy beeping sound we were becoming accustomed to.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am.  You can’t use that coupon since you already used the others.”

She was incredulous.  Handing the printed coupon back to him, she insisted he try it again.  He obliged, but the machine screeched one more time.  The young man tried patiently to explain that she couldn’t use a coupon on an item for which she had already presented a coupon.

Now, she wasn’t just incredulous; she was miffed.  She snatched the offending coupon up off the counter and stuffed it into her wallet.  Quickly paying the nine dollar total (for twenty-one dollars worth of product), she strode off in a huff, her husband trailing behind.

When we completed our own transaction with the poor young man, the Lovely Lady and I headed for the exit, only to run across the lady and her husband standing near the door still.  She was pointing to the receipt in her hand and gesturing angrily back toward the cash register.  It seemed the young clerk wasn’t quite finished with the interchange.  We didn’t hang around to see the conclusion.

People are passionate about money, aren’t they?

Did you read the quote which opened this article?  It’s from a play by William Shakespeare, entitled Othello.  Mr. Shakespeare is actually trying to bolster up an argument about the value of a good name.  But, in doing that, he gives a fairly accurate description of the value of money.

Trash.  He calls it trash.

Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing; 
‘Twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands. . . 

The Bard of Avon wasn’t the first to come to this conclusion.  He put it differently than King Solomon, many centuries before him, did.  A little differently.  

Whoever loves money never has enough;
    whoever loves wealth is never satisfied with their income.
    This too is meaningless.
(Ecclesiastes 5:10 ~ NIV)

Trash.  Meaningless.

Jesus walked among the wealthy and the poor. He enjoyed the plenty of food and fellowship as well as knowing the poverty of homelessness. He also used the word slave in relationship to money.   But unlike Mr. Shakespeare many centuries later, Jesus didn’t refer to money as the slave.

No.  He said that we are slaves to it.  Or to God. (Matthew 6:24 ~ NIV)

We choose.  But, servants we will be.  

If you’re like me, you will immediately state the obvious:  

I want to be the servant of God.  I will never serve money.

But again, if you’re like me, the resolve lasts as long as it takes to encounter someone who tries to take advantage of you.

Did you pay attention to the lady in the story above?  Some of us read her plight with a sympathetic spirit.  That greedy corporation!  What would a few dollars mean to them? Why would they cheat her like that? 

If we stop and contemplate for a moment, however, the truth begins to dawn.  The company was selling the product for a fair market price.  The company issued the coupons which reduced that price by more than half.

The discount was a gift to her!   A gift from the very company of whom she demanded more.

How like her we are.  Every single thing we have—every possession, every dollar, every benefit—each one is a gift from a loving and benevolent Heavenly Father.  Every good gift comes down from Him. (James 1:17 ~ NIV)

Every good gift.

Somehow though, the good gifts He gives become, in our minds, our right—our birthright if you will—and we desire more. In Solomon’s words above, we are never satisfied.

But, like dragon’s gold, we lie on our hoarded wealth and become greedy, dragon-238931_1280selfish dragons ourselves.  I can’t help but see that selfish, hateful boy—from C.S. Lewis’s Voyage of the Dawn Treader—Eustace Scrubb, in my mind as I consider our plight.  

The self-centered boy wandered away from his traveling companions and found the treasure trove of a dragon which had just died.  Crawling up on the stack of gold and jewels, he fell asleep. 

A funny thing happens to the boy while he sleeps on his astounding find, perhaps not unlike the transformation we go through as we hold our earthly treasure close.

Here are Mr. Lewis’s words:  Sleeping on a dragon’s hoard with greedy, dragonish thoughts in his heart, he has become a dragon himself.

I wonder if I’ve already said too much.  Perhaps I’ve stood on this soap box longer than I should tonight.  

But, after all, I know what is in my heart.  It’s not a pretty sight.  I also know the conversations I’ve read and heard recently—conversations which convince me that what is in my heart is not exclusive to only me.

It may be time for the Lion to do His work in removing the dragon scales from around my heart.  They’ve been growing for awhile.  It will likely take some doing.

It might be a little painful, as well.

 

 

 

 

But whoever has the world’s goods, and sees his brother in need and closes his heart against him, how does the love of God abide in him?
(I John 3:17 ~ NASB)

 

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
(from The Hobbit by J.R.R Tolkien ~ English author/educator ~ 1892-1973)

 

 

 

© Paul Phillips. He’s Taken Leave. 2015. All Rights Reserved.