Treasure speaks of value, of a thing worth keeping. It reminds me of pirates’ gold or artifacts found in an archaeological dig. One is hidden, the other uncovered. And at some point in time what is hidden might be uncovered; and what has been uncovered was at one time hidden. Treasure is discovered or waiting to be discovered.
Yesterday, I discovered a bit of treasure. It has been hidden in myself. It is a bit of me—a bit of the person I am as created in the image of God. Right now, I am like the man in Matthew 13:44 who discovered a treasure in a field. He covered it up and went off to sell all that he had so that he could invest in the field.
I want that. I want to keep my inner treasure hidden until I can purchase the rest of the field. I want the whole pirate chest not just a gold coin. I want to get rid of everything that prevents me from uncovering all the artifacts. I want the whole mound. This small piece of discovered treasure tells me that there is more hidden on the map or buried deeper in the excavation site.
Treasure hunting—I like the sound of it.
Here is my reflective question of the day: “What is your treasure and where is it?”
Art: The Treasure Cave by N.C. Wyeth. Public domain.