Thursday, August 30, 2012

Enjoy Your Treasure

Is there a place or two that when you visit, you come alive?  Maybe it’s a distance away, like a vibrant meadow or a mountain view or a breeze that brings the scent of the ocean to you.  Or perhaps it’s nearby, like a certain chair in the early morning or a walk through the neighborhood.

One of mine is an emerald pool on a secret river near Jackson Hole, Wyoming.  Since the late 60’s, I have been wading through its long, slow waters and scanning the currents and sinister snags as I hunt what lies within it.  The very moment I enter the water I find myself sighing deeply in welcome and relief.  It’s as if the Divine Masseuse has begun gently massaging the cares and deep anxieties that have knotted me up, and made me rigid and mechanical. 

I don’t like Ralph The Rigid and Mechanical.  He’s a fake.  But somehow I can be held captive by him—a sort of hostage from myself.  But not in the river.  I get myself back.

There is a better way that brings me back to life, and I don’t have far to go to find it.

Years ago God worked in such a way that I discovered Him to be the greatest treasure.  Not simply because of His value, supreme as it is, but because of what happened to me when treasuring Him.  I wasn’t simply dazzled by what I found, like a pirate after lifting the lid on a booty box; the radiance filled me and affected me!  I was filled with the Spirit—God Himself—and I became the best Ralph possible.  My Treasure treasured me!  I was forever changed—and hooked on Treasure.

After that no commands to obey or tithe or pray or read or witness were really necessary, having been made superfluous by the one:  Enjoy your treasure.  It happened again this morning when, resisting the impulses to read the newspaper or to turn on my computer, I turned my thoughts to Him.  “Father, I need you. What are you thinking about today?”

It didn’t take long before the stone moved and there He was:  Treasure.  As a result, Ralph The Rigid and Mechanical vanished, driven away after a simple gaze.

"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.” (Mt 13:44)

The next time you’ve lost your way, resist the urge to drive faster in order to get where you’re going.  Instead, get off the common avenue, if only for a minute or two, and return to your treasure.  He will dazzle you back to yourself.


  1. Sue Bartolomeo11:43 AM

    Wonderfully written should be an author!! ROFL....thanks for those uplifting words today. They're always welcomed. Hugs

  2. Nancy Troup Olander11:44 AM

    Newport Beach for me, I can feel it deep inside when I step in the sand. Thanks for bringing the two together in my head.

  3. Chris Kimmell11:45 AM

    Brother Ralph Harris! This is absolutely wonderful! Love you brother.

  4. Barbara R. Martinsen11:45 AM this. We HAV E this 'will have' some day...... ♥ I love my treasure : )

  5. Charles Spoelstra11:46 AM

    Ralph, I think everything you write is uplifting and good. This however, is better than what I've seen before. I can't explain it, but it went a little deeper, pulled a little closer, and was just more beautiful, more full of the poetry of knowing your own beauty and His. Keep at it, I can't wait for your next book.

  6. Dottie Ryan11:46 AM

    Charles, I was getting ready to mention his next book. Ralph, will it be soon? Because there is already one in the makings! Thank you for sharing this sweet moment between you and your Lord!