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Jacob's Blog
 Hello and welcome to my personal blog page called "faith lounge". Unlike my official ministry website, this is just a place for me to share my most current thoughts.
Where Will Your Heart Be Buried?
For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. (Matthew 6:21)
I woke up this morning a blessed man.
What happened, you ask?
Nothing too out of the ordinary, but rather a simple acknowledgement that what I have is more than enough. In a world that never seems to be satisfied, always looking for the next gimmick, get-rich-quick idea, new toy or promotion, it’s so easy to overlook the small blessings that surround us everyday. People race through life trying to acquire and achieve things that one-day may not matter very much. There is nothing wrong with desiring nice things. But it’s when we only focus on those things, that we nearly lose the most valuable treasures in life—our relationships, family, and yes, God.
The ambitious businessman may work hours of overtime to give his children the best life has to offer, only to subtract the most valuable asset—himself. Years later, once he realizes what he missed out on, he’ll try to make up for lost time. Sadly, he’ll learn that time is not something you exchange on the stock market. The same is true for women.
Every day I live I realize that my life is not about attaining the most I can. It’s not about making more dollars an hour. It’s not about the size of my house, or the make of my car. It’s about giving away the most that I can—to my wife and family. It’s about the size of my heart.
When it’s time for me to say goodbye and step over into eternity, my cars, house, accomplishments and keepsakes won’t shed one tear for me. I know…talking about death isn’t popular. But I’ve found that unless you know how you want to die, symbolically, you won’t know how to live. Unless you know how you want to be remembered, you won’t know what memories to create.
So the question for today is…where will your heart be buried?
There was a Pentecostal missionary to the Marshall Islands named Sam Sasser. He ministered in all 29 atolls that make up the Island chain. His heart pumped for those Islands. At his funeral, the following prayer was uttered in his honor.
Now that I have gone to God,
I ask that you remember these things:
Bury my body, but do not bury my love.
Bury my eyes, but not my vision.
Bury my feet, but not the path of my life.
Bury my hands, but do not bury my efforts.
Bury my shoulders, but not the concern I carried.
Bury my voice, but not my message.
Bury my mind, but to not bury my dreams.
Bury ME, but do not bury my LIFE.
If you must bury something,
Bury my sins, my weaknesses.
But let my love for each of you continue on in Jesus.
Amen.
Sam’s final request was: “Bury my body in the United States if you must, but bury my heart in the Marshall Islands.”
Take a moment and think…
“Where do I want my heart to be buried?”
The answer to that question may radically change your life.
posted by Jacob Rodriguez at Thursday, April 10, 2008
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