"But store up for yourselves treasures in
heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not
break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart
will be also." (Matt 6:20-21 NIV)
I was doing my monthly budget today. That is when you divide one check by ten bills and pray that there is a little something left over. The whole kitchen table was covered with bills, notebooks, stamps, envelops, labels, money orders, and my oversize calculator. I had just hit the wrong button on that calculator for the third time and was groaning with frustration when suddenly my little Beagle, Snoopy came racing out of my bedroom. Without breaking stride she bounced up on the chair next to mine and then leapt up on the table. She spun out on the papers sending them flying everywhere while my calculator crashed to the floor. Then without missing a beat she started licking my chin as fast as she could. I was about to yell at her but found myself laughing instead. Leave it to that sweet dog of mine to remind me that I am one of the richest men in the world.
My riches can’t be placed in checking accounts or used to pay bills, but they are more priceless than a thousand treasure chests full of gold. My riches come from the furry friendship that follows me around on four legs all day long. My wealth flows from every smile that my children give me. My money comes in the form of hugged backs rather than greenbacks. My gems are the kind words and caring thoughts I give and receive. My gold comes from the shining spirits of my family, friends, and neighbors. My vast fortune is one of Love. It comes from knowing that God loves me. It comes from knowing that I can choose and share love myself everyday of my life. It comes from knowing that when I love, I have joy.
My bankbook may never be heavy, but when it comes to the treasures of Heaven my heart is full to overflowing. May you always choose God’s love and Heaven’s wealth yourselves. And may you always take the time to pet your dog even when she’s sitting on top of your bills.
Joseph J. Mazzella