Saturday, June 28, 2014

The Most Important Thing

Photo by Olybrius 2008

I had a dream in which I was kidnapped and taken to a hotel room filled with boxes and boxes of what appeared to be old junk. My captor told me that in this room were the contents of his relative’s estate. He had brought me here to find the single most important thing, and to tell him what it is was when he returned. If I had the wrong answer, I would die.

Without another word, he enigmatically disappeared. My heart pounded like a caged bird as I frantically scratched through the cartons.

The gleam of an antique bracelet first caught my eye – well made, and no doubt of historic value, but what was it worth? Perhaps the deceased had herself inherited it from her mother or grandmother, to be treasured as a legacy and now passed on to my captor.

Next I spotted a paper so fragile that it nearly crumbled in my hand. The ink writing was long since faded and worn away at the folds, but it appeared to be a love letter penned by a Civil War soldier to his fiancĂ©e awaiting him at home. Did he return from battle alive, I wondered, and if so, was she still faithful? The story that letter could tell might speak volumes to my captor’s heritage.

I recoiled as my grasping hand encountered sharp, pointed teeth, rooted in a tiger’s jaw – possibly a safari trophy? I shuddered as I put this aside, knowing I would not want this reminder of man’s needless cruelty to animals. Yet, given my kidnapper’s criminal tendencies, this might be exactly what he sought.

Eureka – a map! An island, near the equator, showing coordinates and a pathway leading to an X near the center. A treasure map leading to gold doubloons, or just a hoax?

Even in my panicked state, a faint smile curled my lips as I noticed a plaster-of-paris mold of a tiny handprint, embellished with “I Love U” in a child’s scrawl. Could it be that the little hand commemorated the bond between my captor and his mother, reminding him of a gentler time, her nurturing love and the promises of youth?

Another memento of childhood – a painstakingly embroidered, now yellowing, christening dress. Perhaps the kidnapper counted on his infant sprinkling to get him to heaven?

Then a nicely framed diploma, summa cum laude Masters’ degree from Harvard. No doubt that had opened many doors for this family. Or was it the reverse – the heir spurning the advantages of an expensive college education, and instead squandering his inheritance?

Hiding in the corner of one of the last cartons was an inobtrusive plastic bottle containing heart medication. If only the deceased had taken this in time, she might still be here, and I would not be in this awful predicament!

Aha! I exclaimed aloud in my half delirious state -- surely this was it – a safe deposit box key!  Everything else here was just debris accumulating on the journey of life, with merely sentimental value or clues to the path taken. But the real reward was surely the cash, securities, title deeds, and other valuables locked away for the rightful heir.

Confident that I had found the most important thing, I suddenly realized that days had gone by, and I was ravenously hungry. There was no food in the room, but to my surprise, the door to the hallway was unlocked. I ran out, elated to be “free” but then spotted the armed guards at the hotel entrances and exits. Apparently I could roam about inside but not leave the hotel.

With an ominous thud, the door to my room locked shut behind me. If I were not inside the room, how could I save my life when my captor returned by telling him the most important thing?

But if I fainted from hunger, there was no hope at all. First find food, then somehow get back in the room. There were stores and restaurants, but I had no money, and I could tell from the faces of the staff that they were hardly sympathetic to my plight. I was thrilled to find a nearly empty box of crackers on a room service tray, with a few crumbs still inside. I snatched it up and scurried into a corridor leading to the pool room, thinking I could eat there in peace.

Instead I found a little girl in a soaking wet bathing suit, shivering and sobbing, and all alone. She threw her arms around me, crying “I’m cold! I’m hungry! I want my mommy!”

There were no towels or bathrobes anywhere, so I wrapped her in my sweater, hugged her, and gave her what was left of the crackers. I knew I had to stay with her to comfort her, even if I would be killed once apprehended. As starved, wretched and terrified as I felt, helping her gave me a strange sense of joy and peace, and I remembered Jesus’ words in Matthew 25:

35 For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat… I was a stranger, and ye took me in…36 Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.…40 Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

Jesus! My Savior! How had I forgotten Him as the only One Who could rescue me? (Romans 10:9,13; Acts 2:21; 4:12 ) Only He would never leave me, nor forsake me (Hebrews 13:5).

As if the sun rose in my darkened mind, I suddenly knew that the most important thing in that hotel room was not the safe deposit box key, the jewelry, the diploma, the treasure map, the medicine, the childhood souvenirs, or the historic document. It was not part of the estate at all, but tucked invisibly in the nightstand drawer would surely be a Bible, left there by the Gideons in their mission to provide God’s Word to weary travelers on their journey through this planet that is not our true home (Psalm 119:19, Hebrews 11:13; 1 Peter 2:11).

I awoke feeling so thankful for God’s promises recorded in His Word (2 Samuel 7:28; Acts 2:33,39; 13:23). Without them, life would have no meaning. Why had I plunged into the futile exercise of combing through boxes full of trash without considering the treasure of Bible wisdom – the secret to abundant, eternal life (John 3:16; 10:10) for all who place their faith in Christ’s death, burial and resurrection (1 Corinthians 15:1-4)?

How often are we distracted by piles of junk accumulating in our life, while neglecting the riches found without fail in our Bible? Why do we worry about our “stuff” instead of storing treasures in Heaven, where we can enjoy them forever? (Luke 12:16-34; Matthew 6:19-21)

I felt blessed that my husband Richard recently became a Gideon, and that we had the privilege of handing Scriptures to students. I remembered a testimony shared at a Gideons’ meeting of a maid who was cleaning a hotel room and found a handwritten note carefully placed in the Gideons’ Bible to mark Psalm 23. The writer explained that he had checked in, feeling that his life was over and that to spare his family additional grief, he planned to kill himself. Then he started thumbing through that very Bible and read the verse that brought him newly found peace and hope:

Psalm 23:4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

God alone can deliver us from all our fears and save us from all enemies, even sin, death and hell (Psalm 34:4-7; 2 Kings 17:39; Romans 8:2; 1 Corinthians 15:56-57). Truly the most important “thing” in this life is our Bible – God’s love letter to us that guides, comforts, corrects, and inspires us (Psalm 119:11,14.16, 105, etc.). But it is not a “thing” – just like Jesus, His Word is eternal and unchanging (2 Timothy 3:15-17; Matthew 24:35; Mark 13:31; Luke 21:33; Hebrews 13:8).

Without understanding its promise of eternal life through our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, Who reconciled sinful man to Holy God through His shed blood (Matthew 26:28; Hebrews 9:22), we cannot know the all-important One. Christ alone is the Way (John 14:6) to abundant, eternal life. Trust and follow Him today!

© 2014 Laurie Collett
children's ministry blogs
Top 1000

Womanhood With Purpose
Adorned From Above
No Ordinary Blog Hop



Sharon said...

Laurie, I was captivated by your story! And such truth was spoken in its telling. It was particularly meaningful as we are having to go through a lot of *stuff* since my father's death in January. And yes, the *treasure* was finding his Bible!


Frank E. Blasi said...

Dear Laurie,
Reading your story about the aged articles in that hotel room, I felt that I was reading a novel, full of suspense, and waiting for the climax.
No doubt, finding that child in terrible distress and feeding her with just a few crumbs was what your kidnapper was looking for, wasn't it?
Or was your captor the Devil, trying to deceive you that physical wealth or success leads to fulfillment of life?
It is interesting to read that after you have ministered to the little girl, you received a revelation from the Scriptures, and your kidnapper failed to show up again, despite your anxieties.
A great post, where I felt that God was speaking to you in your dream. God bless.

Laurie Collett said...

Thanks so much, Sharon, for your sweet comment! I'm blessed to hear that you enjoyed the post. My condolences for your father -- may you have the peace that passes all understanding, from the God of all comfort.
Blessings to you,

Laurie Collett said...

Dear Frank,
I'm so glad you enjoyed reading this post, and I appreciate your insights into the meaning of the dream. I agree with the interpretation that the captor was the devil, trying to distract us with worldly things, keeping us busy with the wrong questions and pursuits, and keeping us from God's Word, salvation, and ministering and witnessing to others.
May you have a blessed Lord's Day and week in Him,

Ceil said...

Hi Laurie! What a heart-pounding dream! You found so many things that could be 'important'...but you knew it was God's word. How exciting that your husband in now participating in the Gideon mission of handing out bibles! No wonder you knew that this was the most precious gift of all.
If we could all spread God's words, how happy the Lord would be! And we'd be happy in his Word too.
Sunday Blessings,

Laurie Collett said...

Amen, Ceil! If all believers would study, share and teach God's Word, and witness to its saving power, His Kingdom would increase, and we would all be blessed with the joy of seeing souls come to Him and with eternal rewards in Heaven.
Thanks as always for your lovely comment, and may you have a blessed Lord's Day!

Anonymous said...

Laurie, We neighbors at The Weekly Brew, and I'm delighted. Your story was so engaging and a perfect analogy. I would love it if you would consider linking it at the Blessing Counters Linkup at Counting My Blessings. Thanks so much.

Anonymous said...

Laurie, We're neighbors at The Weekly Brew and I'm so glad. I loved your story and the message it shares. Beautiful! I would love it if you would be willing to share it with my readers over at Counting My Blessings - Celebrate Joy Link-up. I know they will be blessed.

Laurie Collett said...

Hi Deb, I'm so glad you enjoyed the post! I've linked up & am following at Counting My Blessings -- thanks so much for the invite!
Love in Christ,

Donald Fishgrab said...

Great story adn Great point. How many christians are so busy seeking other things they never realize what they have.

Laurie Collett said...

Thanks, Donald! My our eyes and hearts be open to the true Treasure within and around us.
God bless,

Anonymous said...

God tells us such important things in dreams! He always makes them so detailed and vivid - always leaving a branch of hope! I enjoyed your dream turned story - so beautifully detailed and inspirational!

a joyful noise said...

I do enjoy your dreams with a meaning, and truly God's Word is a treasure that will save your life. Thank you for sharing your lovely post with us here at “Tell Me a Story.”

Laurie Collett said...

Thanks, bluecottonmemory, for your lovely words of encouragement! I am blessed to hear that you enjoyed the post.
Love in Him,

Laurie Collett said...

Amen, Hazel! Faith cometh by hearing, and hearing by the Word of God. Thanks for your sweet comment & for hosting!

Amber Cadenas said...

This is captivating, Laurie. It's amazing to hear the different ways God speaks truth to our hearts. He truly is the treasure. I'll be back.

David C Brown said...

Wonderful to have His word.

Laurie Collett said...

Thank you so much, Amber, for your lovely words of encouragement! He is indeed the treasure. I look forward to your next visit, and may you have a blessed Independence Day weekend,

Laurie Collett said...

Amen, David! Without it, we would be lost and doomed; within it is eternal life.
God bless,