Every Every Minute

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haywagonHappy Thanksgiving from our farm to yours….

We all know that something is eternal.
And it ain’t houses and it ain’t names,
and it ain’t earth, and it ain’t even the stars
. . . everybody knows in their bones that something is eternal,
and that something has to do with human beings.
All the greatest people ever lived have been telling us that
for five thousand years and yet you’d be surprised
how people are always losing hold of it.
There’s something way down deep
that’s eternal about every human being.

Oh, earth, you’re too wonderful for anybody to realize you.
Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it — every, every minute?

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.

~Thorton Wilder, quotes from “Our Town”

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Called to Advent–treasuring

photo by Josh Scholten

But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.
Luke 2:19
Then he went down to Nazareth with them and was obedient to them. But his mother treasured all these things in her heart.
Luke 2:51

A heart is never completely empty of blood. Only a portion is pumped out of the ventricles with each contraction of the muscle, with some small residual remaining behind in the chamber. The larger the residual, the less effective the pump mechanism is, which becomes known as heart failure, resulting in less oxygen to the body. A normal healthy heart always holds on to a bit of life blood, sending the rest out to circulate and nourish the rest of the body organs.

It seems Mary had a great deal to hold in her heart–it must have been a very strong and powerful organ to handle so much in her lifetime. It was her repository for memories that were precious to her, things she never wanted to forget, events she wanted to tell someone to write down on her behalf someday. It was her storage space for her wonder at what took place before her eyes–the glorification of her son at His birth, the acknowledgement from others that she held God in her arms, that she was able to gaze into His face. He, from a very young age, would teach her more than she could ever teach Him. Her heart literally fed Him during her pregnancy, His heart beating beneath hers. During His childhood and later, her heart poured out love for Him and eventually His heart bled out for us all.

She shows us how we must store up the treasures most precious to us–not worldly things like money and jewels, but the memories of family, the nurture of trust and faith, the healing balm of sacrifice and grace. A heart full of that kind of treasure can never fail.

Where your pleasure is, there is your treasure; Where your treasure is, there is your heart; Where your heart is, there is your happiness.
Augustine

You must keep all earthly treasures out of your heart, and let Christ be your treasure, and let Him have your heart.
Charles Spurgeon

Mary and Jesus painting by Pierre Mignard