2 Corinthians 4:7 (New International Version)
But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that
this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.
Mary and her husband Jim had a dog, Lucky. Lucky was a
real character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they
would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would
help himself to whatever struck his fancy. Inevitably someone would forget and
something would come up missing. Mary or Jim would go to Lucky's toy box in the
basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's favorite toys.
Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that
his toys stay in the box.
It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer.
Something told her she was going to die of this disease...she was just sure it
was fatal. She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders. The
night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky.
A thought struck her...what would happen to Lucky?
Although the three year old dog liked Jim he was Mary's dog through and
through. If I die Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won't understand
that I didn't want to leave him. The thought made her sadder than thinking of
her own death.
The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors
had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took Lucky
for his evening walk faithfully, but the dog just drooped, whining and
miserable. But finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital. When she
arrived home Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to
her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap.
Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her when
she called. It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed. When
Mary woke for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong. She couldn't
move her head and her body felt heavy and hot.
Panic soon gave way to laughter though when Mary realized
the problem....she was covered, literally blanketed in every treasure Lucky
owned! While she had slept the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the
basement and back bringing his beloved mistress his favorite things in life. He
had covered her with his love. Mary forgot about dying. Instead, she and Lucky
began living again, walking further and further together every night.
It's been 12 years now, and Mary is still cancer-free.
Lucky? He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box, but Mary
remains his greatest treasure.
Dear Lord We thank You for making us each a treasure. We
pray that those we come in contact with today we would treat them as the
treasure that You have made them. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
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