Nov 13 2018
Pastor Dave Koppel
This past Veterans Day I brought in part of my collection of military uniforms to put on display to honor our veterans. I have Army, Navy, Marine Corps, and Air Force uniforms. The one that I appreciate the most is my father’s Marine Corps uniform.
I took a fresh look at his uniform this year. This is the officer’s one—he was an enlisted man in World War II but went in as an officer for the Korean conflict. I noticed that he had qualified in both grenade and machine gun. I’m not sure that I ever remembered that.
I also noticed that one of the pockets was unbuttoned. I went to button it back up, and discovered that there was something in his pocket—it was his military ID card from 1952.
I have had his uniform since—I don’t know when…I think at least from 1992 onward. And after all this time, I discovered his ID card. What a cool piece of history. What a neat keepsake.
It’s has his photo and his fingerprints on it. It’s pretty neat.
Here’s the thing—I’ve had his uniform in my possession for at least 26 years, and never realized that there was a treasure there all this time.
Jesus said that the kingdom of heaven is like a treasure hidden in a field. A man found the treasure, buried it, then sold all he had to buy the field because he knew that the treasure was there.
So often in our lives we feel like we have to earn God’s favor, we have to do enough good deeds to outweigh the bad things we have done, but it’s not like that at all.
We already have the treasure. Jesus has already paid the price for our sins. God has already claimed us as his children. There’s nothing that we have to do to earn the way.
Pay for a ticket to heaven? It turns out that we’ve had the ticket in our pocket all along, even if we didn’t realize it.
So what do we have to do? Nothing. Accept the gift. Trust God—he is faithful.
So what can we do? We can give thanks. We can live lives of thankfulness, appreciating the wonderful gift that we have, the grace, the surprise that we didn’t have to earn.
Who knew…it was in our pocket all along.
In His grip,