WE HAVE CHERISHED

My first car was a 1970 Mercury Cyclone. I loved that car… I wish I still had it, but things happen in life and we choose to let go, or sometimes circumstances force us to let go, of things we have cherished. It wasn’t my choice to get rid of my first car. It was my dad’s. And it wasn’t a gentle prodding.

My first car… and yeah… those are Nike Cortez I’m sportin’

If a person lives long enough they inevitably will have to come to terms with losing things. It’s just part of life. As sure as the sun comes up and it sinks yonder, we’re gonna give up or lose, one way or the other, things we have cherished.

When I was a kid my dad ended up buying a van. It wasn’t one of those fancy vans that got so popular in the 70’s that they actually had magazines for people to help turn them into a bedroom on wheels. This van, while fairly new, was an extra long bone stock white van with nothing in it, not even a rubber mat in the back.

The man who sold the van didn’t want to sell it, he didn’t have a choice. He’d been to Vegas, which is close to where we grew up in the Arizona desert, and had lost all he had. He’d made it as far as he could and needed to sell the van to feed his wife and baby. He’d lost everything he had gambling in Sin City.

My dad didn’t necessarily need the van, or have the means to buy another work vehicle, but he had compassion on the man and his circumstances.

The man lost what he had cherished. It wasn’t so much the van that he was going to miss, but his lifestyle and security for his family. He cherished the times in life when we he was providing and protecting his family.

Back in the Great Recession a lot of people suffered loss. People lost homes, cars, life savings, it was something I thought I’d never witness in my life. The losses were devastatingly real, but the core of what was lost were the things we cherished; the time in houses with family that made them homes. The security of equity that made us feel secure. And even the promise of wealth that made us feel proud.

I bought and old muscle car last week. The guy selling it has owned the car for almost forty years. I’m not sure why he sold it, but he did it with reservation. After the deal was done he texted me and told me he had the glove box and console cleaned up… and he told me he had a good cry…

Yeah, the car is cool, but I know the man grieves losing what reminds him of his life and family. He laments good times past…

So do I…

We cherish because we’re made in the image of God. While we have cherished the gifts from God in this world, they don’t compare to the gift of His Son and grace. It is His wisdom in us that allows us to see that truth and appreciate all the fine things we’ve had along the way… and when it’s time to give them up…