What do you take with you?

Think about all the stuff we work for. I work to pay a whole pile of bills. Bank payments for my fast little car... The mortgage on my big new house... student loan payment for my years at college... We pay for stuff: vacations and new toys and clothing and stereo equipment and new CDs. We buy DVDs and big screen TVs and portable DVD players for our cars. We pile our big fancy houses with our new stuff. We work and work to pay for the new stuff. Stuff makes us feel good. Stuff is like a drug. It dulls the feelings... it hides pain. It covers up who we are. Our stuff becomes our identity. We work to buy... we buy to feel... We become collectors of stuff. Our stuff becomes our drive... our purpose... our focus. We live stuff-driven lives.

Walk On
U2

All that you fashion - all that you make
All that you build - all that you break
All that you measure - all that you feel
All this you can leave behind
All that you reason - it's only time
Love in a fever - no, not mine
All that you sense - all that you scheme
All you dress up - all that you seem

And love is not the easy thing
The only baggage that you can bring
Not the easy thing
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind

But all that stuff will stay here when our time is up. It will disappear. It will rust... fall to dust... wash away. What lives on? What goes with us to the next Kingdom?

Love.

Love is all that really matters friends. Love endures. Love is eternal. Then why do we spend all of our life collecting things at the expense of love?

Don't hoard treasure down here where it gets eaten by moths and corroded by rust or--worse!-stolen by burglars. Stockpile treasure in heaven, where it's safe from moth and rust and burglars. It's obvious, isn't it? The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being.

Matthew 6:19-21 MSG

I want to be separated from the bondage of stuff like corn from the husk. I want to just rise up and walk away from it like broken wreckage. I want to drop my mask of stuff and put on a robe of love. And walk on.