It’s been a while, but welcome to Metaphor Monday once again! Remember to share your own metaphors in the comments, or leave me a link, as I do love and adore a good metaphor.
Have you ever done anything that flies in the face of the American Mentality? You know, the one that goes “spend freely, get credit, don’t deprive yourself, buy new”? We live under a daily barrage of messages that tell us we deserve the latest and best of everything, and that anything less is deprivation.
It is good to live on a budget, to buy used, and to spend wisely. Most of us would agree that, although it is difficult at times, it is worth it in terms of peace of mind.
I know a family, however, who is taking it a step further.
This family, the wife/mother of which I am priviledged to call my very best buddy in the world, has recently decided to do all they can to get out of debt. Not because they HAVE to, but because it is a dream they believe God is spurring them towards.
This means they will leave their lovely and practically-new modern house in the suburbs of Tulsa, to forgo the community swimming pool and the walking trails and the abundant storage space and the multiple bathrooms…and the sizeable mortgage…in order to live in a derelict double-wide on ten acres in a less than tony area.
This double-wide, when I went with her a few weeks ago to look at it, sat forlornly on its moorings in the middle of a scrubby field long untouched by human improvements. The north side was covered with mildew. The back “deck” was of uncertain stability. A chain link fence circled the perimeter rather drunkenly. Once inside, the distinct smell of uncivilized doggy habitation was immediately overwhelming, as was the color of the ancient pink carpetting.
Everywhere, the neglect was readily apparent, in grime and holes and peeling linoleum. Add to that the ubiquitous mobile-home “elegance” of brassy fixtures and “stained glass” panels, and you can imagine that the faint-of-heart would have gotten into their comfortable SUV’s and peeled out like the Dukes of Hazard.
But not so my friends. They saw something different. What the world would call junk, they called potential. Where most people would say “not worth the work” they said “let’s get to work” . What the world would call crazy they call vision. What the world would call a used-up mobile home–tear it down and move on–they call…Bessie.
You can read Bessie’s whole ongoing story by clicking the link above. It is a story well-worth reading and I love it so much because in it…I see my story. And your story. And the world’s story.
“But God demonstrates His own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” Rom. 5:8
“For the LORD does not see as man sees; for man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.” 1 Sam. 16:7
What was called worthless…useless…abandoned…forgotten…ugly…dirty…not worth the trouble…smelly…hopeless…unstable…unlikely…abused…Jesus called My Bride, and died to make her new. He saw past the broken facade to the Glorious Possibility, counted the cost and called it worthwhile.
There was nothing Bessie could do for herself but sit alone, sinking further into ignomy and decay. Her rescuers swept in to snatch her from a fate she could do nothing about.
Sounds awfully familiar to me.
My friends work for financial freedom–they work in joy and hope because of the vision in their hearts of a life unburdened by bills and worry, so they can give more freely and reap unsparingly.
Jesus came, and for the joy set before Him, died on a cross for our freedom, so we could live our lives unburdened by the weight of sin and the sorrow of death.
It’s my favorite metaphor of all…so true and tangible and full of Him.