Saturday, January 18, 2020

Out of This World

   Money cannot buy happiness.
   It can buy all sorts of material goods or experiences, and such things can certainly bring some pleasure--maybe even some happiness--but the things wear out or get boring, the experiences end, and soon we're left with less money, old/uninteresting clutter, and only wistful memories. 
   Money can buy things that make one rather happy, sure, but neither the things nor the happiness last. Happiness itself doesn't last (though this is a bit of a different subject). We get happy when we win an award, accomplish something, receive a gift, do/go to something/someplace we've always wanted to, eat a good meal (or sugar), get engaged... but the food gets all eaten, the award gets dusty, the applause dies off, the accomplishments become part of the past and don't merit quite as much, the gifts get lost or boring or returned, people die... 
   Happiness is a dangerous thing to believe in, and money is a dangerous thing to count on for it. We will only be happy when we receive joy, and we will receive joy when we put our hope in something that lasts--like Jesus, like Heaven. 
   We must stock up and anchor our joy, our hope, in something that will never rot or rust or get broken or disappear. 
   We must root our happiness in something that is not in this world. 
   We must make Heaven our hope. 🌠

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