The Jesus Juke That Wasn’t
My brother-in-Christ was talking about the best ways to secure your household goods from potential burglars the other day. I reminded him of these words from Jesus:
Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. (Matthew 6:19–21)
Sure, it was a Jesus juke, but there was also a heaping helping of sincerity.
I’m not tempted to collect much these days. When I am facing the allure of physical media for music, though, I do feel the urge to splurge. I see those candy-colored vinyl records from bands whose output I most enjoy and I’m quick to open my wallet. It doesn’t help that I know independent musicians are often struggling to make ends meet while creating their art.
In a sense, though, it feels like the acquisition of physical goods binds us to the transitory treasures. Increasingly, I’m finding myself inclined to the ephemeral. Especially since there are so many options for having a life rich in art and beauty while still traveling lightly. I downloaded my Kindle purchases since that will shortly no longer be an option, but I’m not sweating it a great deal. I’m looking at a Synology, but I’m not building bookshelves (I don’t have the room, anyway).
