Buy the Field.

Buy the field. Buy the field. Silent pause. God has lodged this in my heart over the last month or so. It has been really quiet. And I have been really aware of it. These word's home is in the midst of a time when Jesus was simply sharing stories with crowds of people while they hung out at the lake. He just talked to people while they were together about things that were organically valuable for Him to say and for them to hear. He knew both of those things. Maybe the people knew neither. That's ok. Jesus knows. That's the good thing. The people were learning whether they realized it or not. An unpressured learning environment. I like that. Jesus is creative like that.

So this is one of the stories that Jesus told while they were hanging out. “The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field. When a man found it, he hid it again, and then in his joy went and sold all he had and bought that field." (Matthew 13:44) Buy the field. I don't fully know why these words have lingered with me over the past days, but I am not rushing away. Some initial hints are surfacing. I want to be desperate for God. Silent pause. Yep. I want this a lot. I just really want to want God. And fellow pilgrim....there is all hell battle over it. Sell it all and buy the field. The treasure is THAT good. As I sit with these Jesus words I am aware that in the guts of being honest with myself, I have wondered through most all of my life if it really is THAT good. Can't I create better treasure for myself in the long run?

There is invitation here. "It will not, it will never be enough just to know about you Jesus and never call you my own. For my heart was made for love, I can't live without you Jesus." I want to receive His words. The treasure really is THAT good. Go after the treasure desperately.

What is the alternative?

Buy the field. Buy the field. Buy the field.

There's more.