The Stolen Treasure

The Stolen Treasure

There was nothing I prized more than this treasure in front of me! It was my parents’ gift to me as I started my formal education at boarding school. It lay across my lap in a wooden box. A sovereign’s crown jewels guarded by soldiers couldn’t have been more precious than this exquisite possession that I was holding on to.

The slide of the wooden lid made a smooth soft sound. I had to keep sliding that lid – open, then close, open then close – the treasure inside had me mesmerised. The sunlight coming through the sides of the farm truck made the contents burst into life as we journeyed along the long road to town. There they lay on a silk pillow, lapis lazuli crafted into a beautiful fountain pen and pencil set.

Already, my mind pictured the sheets of paper that I would write on. The delight at forming letters and words and even sentences, intensified the visual excitement of staring at my treasure on my lap. Homesickness and saying good-bye to my parents wouldn’t be so difficult because I had my two new shiny friends, lying on this silk pillow in a wooden pencil box.

It was only a few weeks later and the joy of looking at my pen and pencil set was still as intense as ever, I reverently slid open the wooden lid to take yet another loving look at my encased treasures ….. they were gone! Even after a thorough search, my treasure was still nowhere to be seen. There was no one to tell. No parents at hand, and no adult that I felt confident enough to approach and tell this devastating discovery to. But I did think it over many times in my mind, someone had seen my treasure and wanted it for herself. It was hard to accept that my treasure had been stolen. Would the thief treasure this exquisite pen and pencil? Would she wrap it in a silky cloth and keep it safe? Would she write with them? What had made her think that she could take away my treasure? Someone had declared war on my innocent world and so I learned of the human condition that has polluted the world ever since the first humans lived in the Garden of Eden.

Temptation and sin—powerful, destructive and suffocating. I was very young but old enough to discover that the effect of sin was disappointment and loss. It was the end of the world as I knew it.

At times, the sky was the same Lapis Lazuli colour as my lost treasure, the changing shades of ultramarine and azure captivated my imagination, my loss was dulled by the days being filled with making friends with the many other farmers’ children, there was the delight of learning and discovering all sorts of new things and the fun on the sports fields of emerald green – there were many experiences to treasure out there – not the kind that was kept hidden, but the treasures of getting to know people, observing the landscape all around us, the glory of the Creator was visible in a natural setting for all to see.   

The Creator – Almighty God displays his jewel-like stars in the night sky. He has even named each star, one by one. But God’s greatest and most treasured gift came when God made His light shine in our hearts, by giving us understanding that the glory of God is in the face of His Son, Jesus Christ. God enables us by faith to fix our eyes on the invisible, eternal, all-surpassing, person of Jesus Christ. Once we are given this treasure, He cannot be kept hidden inside us – He shines for the world to share and see.