Ken-Tastic!

Here we are day three in Louisville. It is beautiful here. We hit a few snags as we moved into and settled into the new abode. We are naming the home of the Kemp-Pappan’s “Kozy Shack!” Well because it is cozy.

It took us three days to move in all of our stuff because we had over 26 boxes of boxes. That is after we sold half of our stash to Half Price Books in Austin. I figure each box weighed in around 3o pounds. That would be an astonishing total of 780 pounds of books. We are a couple of book whores. We also had to move the contents of “Top Banana” into Kozy Shack, which is perched on the second floor, but seems like the third floor, some 20 plus steps to the back door an arrival into Kozy Shack.

We are tired and stuff…

This morning we decided to go to a flea market.

It was Ken-Tastic!!! We spotted mullets and the VIP lounge for metal band venue. We got accosted by an elderly man that told us to give him our wedding rings so he could prove the valor of his non-chemical, acid, fully peppermint extract cleaning solution. We said no. He insisted. I gave him mine. He dipped it in to a soulution as he spoke of the amazing powers of this solutiopn he makes himself. He hands me my ring and we leave, saying thanks. I now have a sticky ring that is no more clean than when I gave it to him.

We went to The Tavern, just feet from Kozy Shack and had a burger and fries plus a Bordon and Coke I am now referring to them as yummies. So far we like what we have seen here in Louisville.

“Do not be afraid, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Sell your possessions, and give alms. Make purses for yourselves that do not wear out, an unfailing treasure in heaven, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. “Be dressed for action and have your lamps lit; be like those who are waiting for their master to return from the wedding banquet, so that they may open the door for him as soon as he comes and knocks. Blessed are those slaves whom the master finds alert when he comes; truly I tell you, he will fasten his belt and have them sit down to eat, and he will come and serve them. If he comes during the middle of the night, or near dawn, and finds them so, blessed are those slaves. “But know this: if the owner of the house had known at what hour the thief was coming, he would not have let his house be broken into. You also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an unexpected hour.” Luke 12:32-40

Do not be afraid little flock…Poor little lamb. Hey champ. It’s ok tiger. Comforting phrase use here to comfort the weary. To sooth a reeling heart. To sooth out the wrinkles of time. To direct one to grace and reconciliation unto Jesus.

How often do we find ourselves present in a situation with all the steam and vigor of a freight train chugging down to tracks delivering on the call and conviction of our life…when we are ceased by indifference, terror, uncertainty, or even overwhelmed by to do’s?

Storing treasures in the wrong vessel we often forget to return inward and find calm in the grace and forgiveness of Christ. We ignore the pursuing Creator seeking to love and comfort us. It is Gods good pleasure to give you the kingdom.

I often forget the Kingdom and seek to be pious, glorious, and righteous. I want to emulate the Kingdom and not be the Kingdom.

This morning I stood shoulder to shoulder with folks seek treasure among others discarded, wasted, used goods. I sought to reclaim a piece for myself. I got to wonder…Where is the treasure of heaven here in this place?

Was the treasure of heaven available at all in any of those stalls, hawking goods and corn dogs? Was it there with the man cleaning jewelry with peppermint? Was it present there with the man that looked like Grizzly Adams? Was the treasure of heaven present the at all?

Yes. It was there. The treasure of heaven was there right there in the faces of those present. In the face of all treasure seekers. In the face of the vendor. In the face of all. The treasure of heaven this morning was the humanity present in the joy, suffering, and discomfort of all there at the flea market and beyond.

“Do not be afraid, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Sell your possessions, and give alms. Make purses for yourselves that do not wear out, an unfailing treasure in heaven, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also” The unfailing treasure of heaven lies in the goodness which resides in our relationship with God. In our relationship with others. The treasure of heaven is in picking up that quarter for that elderly woman who dropped it. The treasure of heaven is a smile and understanding eyes when that young man swaggers down the street on his way to work. The treasure of heaven cannot be claimed. It cannot be earned.

The treasure of heaven lies at the foot of the cross. Right there where everything is challenged. Nothing makes sense. All fears are witnessed. All hopes extinguished.

Amongst the danger of having the courage to be present there at the foot of the cross, hope glimmers in Jesus’ heart. The treasure of heaven becomes available to all of creation.

This morning I sit here and think about the treasures of heaven. I am not sure if I really understand the least bit about it. I do want to know it. I want to touch, taste, and witness the treasure of heaven. I want to be a part of the continuous revelation of newness in this world. Do not fear little flock…it is Gods good pleasure to give you the treasure of heaven. It is my hope that tomorrow Jesus may come and that until then we shall work to be the treasure of heaven to all.

THANKS BE TO GOD! Amen.

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