From: Roger Walls [rwalls@theharvestchurch.org]
Subject: Tuesday's Tune-Up, 11/14/06
Dings
 
I'm pretty sure my Father raised me right.  OK, my Mom did too.  But with this, it was my Dad:
He will forever park in the farthest parking spot from the store entrance.
 
Not for health reasons.
Not because he enjoys being outside, though he does.
Not for the walk.
 
It's only to prevent door dings.  And he's right on, in my mind at least.
 
He taught me to have an eye for things like that.  And along with that 'eye', especially in terms of taking care of your vehicle, is the appreciation of the vehicle in general.  The whole thing is definitely hereditary.  My brothers and I have all had our money-hole-projects.
 
For my older brother, it was a late 60's model Ford pickup.
For my younger brother, it is the '67 Chevelle he is currently pouring money into.
For me, it's the '67 Camaro that sets in the garage.
 
We've all learned a lot, and we've all had great and unforgettable experiences with our cars.  Ask me about the time my tire fell off.  Or maybe about the time my hood flew off.
 
Along with the appreciation of and care of classics is the idea that you should always take care of your stuff.  Old or new.  And I've got my eye on something new.
 
It's the 4-door Dodge Ram 1500, and it's at least a 10 year goal--probably more like 15.  It's a great looking truck, and I see them all over the place.
 
Shiny.
Clean.
Big.
Tough.
Tall.
 
Dinged?
 
The other day I was heading home from the office and pulled up along side one of these trucks.  (Man they look good.)  It was the time of day when the sun is starting to set in the west, shadows are getting longer, the air is turning cooler and all of creation takes on a rich golden hue.
 
Everything looks fantastic in that light, including that truck.
 
Including the dings--OK maybe they don't look so great.  And God spoke to me.
 
What that truck represents is not what it's all about.  Not even close.
 
Regardless of the care I give the truck.
No matter how far out I park in the parking lot.
It makes no difference how regular I change the oil.
Or how often I rotate the tires.
Or wash it.
 
In the end...
When it comes down to it...
The bottom line is...
 
It's only a thing.  It's just part of the stuff that will one day be no more.  It's just stuff.
 
In the grand scheme of things, the worth that truck holds is zero at worst, minimal at best.
 
'It's' not where 'it's' at.
 
So should you not park in the farthest spot at the store?
Should you not change the oil?
Should you not paint the house?
Should you not wash your clothes and instead buy new ones?
Should you not save the leftovers?
Should you not care for your stuff?
 
No way.
 
God has given us charge over all that we have, and is watching us as we manage our things well or unwisely.
We will one day be held accountable for what we have or haven't done.
God wants us to handle our stuff wisely...
 
...as long as we remember this...
 
It's all just stuff.  Dings and all.
 
 

Act Justly - Love Mercy - Walk Humbly,
Roger W.
rwalls@theHarvestChurch.org
rogerwalls@sbcglobal.net
817-485-2703 ext. 222