The Myth of Mine (2 of 4)
Series: Live Generously
Zach Terry
Matthew 25:14-30
INTRODUCTION: It was the spring of was 1976. I had been born in February of that year. At first things seemed to be going well for the first born son of the Carl and Teresa Terry. All of that changed when I began to run an extremely high fever that I just couldn't shake. A series of tests revealed that I had been born perfectly healthy except for one organ - my left kidney. My kidney had not developed properly and as a result had begun to poison my body. At that time it was too risky to do surgery on a 3 month old child, so my parents had to take care of me for the next few months until I was nine months old and developed enough to undergo the removal of my kidney.
All of the pictures from that time found me with a little white cotton blanket covered with yellow bears. I don't know whether it was the trauma of that event or just the comfort the blanket brought, but for some reason I bonded with the blanket on the Linus level. For the next 5 years, me and that blanket were inseparable. I carried it through every adventure, sleep over, and birthday party of my early childhood years.
From time to time my parents would attempt to take it away from me. Each time I responded with the same rebuke as soon as I was able to talk. ''MINE!'' That single syllable word was an ill advised theological declaration. I was declaring - this is NOT your's. It does not belong to you. You are not allowed to touch it. This belongs to me. I don't know why God gave it to me and not you, perhaps He knew that you would break it. Therefore, it is incumbent upon me NOT to share. Or else I would be calling into question the very wisdom of the Almighty, and that is neither good nor wise. This is my property - and nothing can separate me from what is MINE! The little blanket became affectionate known as my ''mine''.
I'm sure it was cute at the time. As I grew up the insistence on possession and owner ...
Series: Live Generously
Zach Terry
Matthew 25:14-30
INTRODUCTION: It was the spring of was 1976. I had been born in February of that year. At first things seemed to be going well for the first born son of the Carl and Teresa Terry. All of that changed when I began to run an extremely high fever that I just couldn't shake. A series of tests revealed that I had been born perfectly healthy except for one organ - my left kidney. My kidney had not developed properly and as a result had begun to poison my body. At that time it was too risky to do surgery on a 3 month old child, so my parents had to take care of me for the next few months until I was nine months old and developed enough to undergo the removal of my kidney.
All of the pictures from that time found me with a little white cotton blanket covered with yellow bears. I don't know whether it was the trauma of that event or just the comfort the blanket brought, but for some reason I bonded with the blanket on the Linus level. For the next 5 years, me and that blanket were inseparable. I carried it through every adventure, sleep over, and birthday party of my early childhood years.
From time to time my parents would attempt to take it away from me. Each time I responded with the same rebuke as soon as I was able to talk. ''MINE!'' That single syllable word was an ill advised theological declaration. I was declaring - this is NOT your's. It does not belong to you. You are not allowed to touch it. This belongs to me. I don't know why God gave it to me and not you, perhaps He knew that you would break it. Therefore, it is incumbent upon me NOT to share. Or else I would be calling into question the very wisdom of the Almighty, and that is neither good nor wise. This is my property - and nothing can separate me from what is MINE! The little blanket became affectionate known as my ''mine''.
I'm sure it was cute at the time. As I grew up the insistence on possession and owner ...
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