The Saturday before last we were visiting our son at Mississippi State University. He showed us an exhibit at their Student Union building of photos from the Mississippi Gulf Coast taken in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina in August, 2005. The pictures were accompanied by stories of folks who lost everything material they had - homes, cars, pianos, priceless momentos -but found that faith and family, if properly grounded, can withstand any storm.
It was a good reminder for me to not place my hope in my "stuff."
When the plane went down in the Hudson River last month, no one tried to gather their belongings from the overhead bins. They evacuated the plane with nothing but the clothes on their backs - and were glad to have that. When life or death hang in the balance, no one cares about "stuff."
No one plans to write on their tombstone: "I had more stuff than the guy in the next hole."
So why are we so attached to our "stuff" rather than to what really matters? Why do we cling to the ephemeral rather than the eternal?
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