Finding great treasures of visual stimulus fires up imagination and question centers in my brain. Old barns or abandoned houses are a favorite wonder to me. When I see one of these out in an untended field I can’t help but ask “who did that house or barn belong to?” and of course, “who does it belong to today?” I wonder because the building sits on a piece of land someone holds a title to, yet they have not been able to do more then let a home or barn come to a place of disarray and a beginning of ruins.
How many of us today own treasures and let them come to be dilapidated ruins? I know I only mentioned barns or houses, but how about those more precious things; our families, our lives, our hopes, our dreams, our destiny, our salvation?