Precious

If heaven and earth were sold, you
could not match Christ in any market!

If you search eternity, and ransack immensity,
there shall never be found one fit to be second
to Him, He is so precious.

Jesus is precious to us, because He cannot be lost.
All the precious things in this world are loseable.
The jewels may be stolen, the house may be broken
into by the thief, and the treasure may be taken away.
But Christ is such a jewel that even Satan himself
can never rob the soul of Him when once it has Him.

(Charles Spurgeon, found on Grace Gems)

I wonder how I would act if I won a million dollars and I went in to work the next morning (work with me here; let’s say I just wanted to give them two weeks’ notice even though I was now a millionnaire). Aside from the fact that I would know this job would soon be over, how would I feel in relation to the people around me on account of my newfound treasure? Wouldn’t I be bursting with the news? Wouldn’t I consider myself wealthy and immensely blessed? Wouldn’t I think about my new status and possessions constantly? Wouldn’t I be mentally consumed with this treasure?

Oh, how I want to be that way with Christ, whose immense value could never be matched. I am dumbfounded at His graciousness. He gives me Himself, an unsurpassed treasure, and day by day I treat it as if it is of little value – I can think of many other things to talk about; I am reticent about Him when speaking with others; and I view Him as a part of my life instead of filling my life, giving me life until my heart is bursting at the seams.

My soul has Christ. What more could it need? Yet I am so small, my faith is so weak, and I am still taking faltering baby steps with Him. He is a tenderhearted Shepherd, bending down to my level, talking baby talk to me, disciplining me faithfully, and sanctifying me little by little. May I look to Him because of what He does, but most of all because of who He is.