Pentecost 8 – Sunday, July 30, 2017

July 30, 2017  

Matthew 13:44-52

This morning’s sermon is a parable. I wrote the story, based on our gospel text. I won’t interpret the story for you. It is for you, to take and ponder in your heart. Let it mean what it means to you…

Her mornings were the same. The little girl always
(well not always, but as close to always as you can be to make it ok to say always)

Anyway, the little girl always woke up quietly. She woke up wanting to be hugged and held. She woke up wanting to sit in one of her parents’ laps. She woke up wanting to be loved. Her parents knew this about her. And so one of her parents was always there. In the morning. Holding her.

When she was ready to face the day, the little girl would sit up straight in her parent’s lap. She would turn quickly toward her parent and kiss whoever it was smack dab on the lips, passionately. “Mmm-wa” she made a loud kissing sound. Then she was off, ready to begin the rest of her day.

Her days were always an adventure. Not a go-to-the-dells-and-swim kind of adventure. Each day was an adventure of her making. No matter where she was, at a grandparents’ house or at home or at day care, the little girl did the same thing. She looked for treasure.

No one knows how the little girls learned what the meaning of “treasure” was. Maybe from a movie. Maybe from a book someone read to her. Maybe from a bible story she learned. The fact was, she had her “treasures.” And she treasured each one, just for a day.

One particular day, the little girl got out of bed, snuggled with one of her parents, kissed her parent passionately, and then jumped from her parent’s lap. Her parent helped her get dressed. Her parent fed her breakfast. Then the little girl marched to the back door, ready to pen it and go outside. He parents asked her what she was doing. The little girl said she was going on a treasure hunt “out back.” The parent said “ok.” Off she went.

The little girl dug in the sandbox. There was no treasure. She systematically searched each of her toys, picking each up, turning each one over in her hands, setting each one back down. None of them satisfied her. She wandered through the yard. No treasure. The little girl walked over to her little-girl sized table and sat down.

The little girl put her elbow on the table. She put her chin in the palm of the hand on the arm with the elbow on the table.

There was no treasure. Nothing she had found yet, anyway. But, she was determined. She WOULD find a treasure. She knew: every day she found a treasure. Every day, she knew what her treasure was as soon as she found it.

One of her parents stood at the sink doing dishes, watching through the kitchen window as the little girl searched. The parent watched her sit at the table. The parent could tell, that day’s treasure hunt was taking time. As the parent watched the parent saw the little girl get up from the table and walk to a tree. The parent saw her look up into the tree. The parent saw the little girl hug the tree. Then the parent saw the little girl let go, slowly walking back to her table. She sat down. She put her chin in the palm of the hand on the arm with the elbow she placed on the table.

The tree was not her treasure.

The little girl’s treasures changed, day from day. One day it was a blue marble. One day paper dolls. One day she treasured the dog, making a crown for his head, hugging him, running around the yard with him, taking her nap with him in his bed, both of them covered by her favorite blanket. Each day, the little girl gave all of herself to her treasure.

On this particular day, with no treasure to be found, the little girl watched her parent bring a laundry basket full of wet clothes outside, to the clothesline. The parent started hanging up the wet clothes. The little girl just sat, watching.

The next thing you know, the little girl was clinging to her parent’s legs. She wrapped her arms around both legs, holding her parent as tightly as she could. She pressed her face up against her parent’s legs, her eyes squeezed shut.

Her parent said “What are you doing?”
The little girl did not answer, she just squeezed tightly.
The parent said again “What are you doing?” Laughing.

Holding onto her parent’s legs the little girl pulled her head back, looking straight into her parent’s eyes. Then she kissed her parent’s knees, loudly. “Mmm-wa!”

The little girl let go, reaching her arms up. The parent leaned over, picking up the little girl.

“Thank you” the parent said.

“For what?” the little girl asked. “Thank you for being my treasure. Always. Forever.”

The little girl said “But you are my treasure today!”

The parent said “I know. And you are mine. Always. Forever. I love you.”

“I love you, too” said the little girl. “I love you too.”

Amen.