Now, a nice craftsman/Victorian style house (sized for my hubs, so not an original) on an acre or two of land, some fruit trees, a good veggie garden, rain, nice neighbors, pleasant walks to take at twilight… now THAT I can get covetous over. Yep. Nooooo problem.
I remind myself that I’m not on earth for my own thing, I’m here on a mission. Sometimes a rather mysterious mission, as far as I’m concerned. My hope of heaven isn’t dependent on the vine and the fig tree… my eternity is better than that, so I don’t have to get all grabby about what is in this life.
Not that I’d say no, mind you. 😉
]]>No one would argue that those are things that are reasonable to want. But making the “this would be nice” into an idol drops you flat into covetousness – and we have to guard against that. Content with what we have AND simultaneously delighted, like a child, with any presents we might receive.
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