“There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, civilizations – these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. It is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit”
Wow, what a powerful quotation.
My brother recently hosted the ‘One word at a time’ blog carnival on the word ‘Treasure’. I wanted to write for it, but didn’t quite have the time to get my thoughts onto paper.
I wanted to write about how, as we grow up, we lose the childhood instinct for treasure-hunting. We learn that there is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and no pirate hoard hidden in a chest in the attic. We become practical and ‘wise’, learning to see things as they really are.
Or rather, learning not to look beyond the surface. We think we’re seeing things – and people – as they really are, but what we see is their clothes, their words and their actions. With a select few we dare to venture a degree or two below skin level and see their hopes, dreams, fears and sorrows, but rarely do we look and see them as God sees them.
They’re his treasures.
None of them ordinary. All more precious than gold. All immortal.
Let’s go treasure hunting this weekend.