It was like finding buried treasure.
There in the tip of my empty Christmas stocking — or what I thought was empty — was a silver coin.
“You’ve been saying you want to invest in silver,” my husband said with a smile, "so I decided to help you get started.”
Bill was right. I’ve been tossing around the idea of taking a little money from the stock market to invest in something tangible. For me, the very thought of an investment that you can physically look at, hold in your hand and be assured it’ll hold its worth is comforting.
Still, there could be a slight problem.
“Knowing you,” Bill chided, “you’ll want to bury it and knowing us, we won’t be able to find it.”
He grinned, “Don’t forget the septic tank!”
I thought back to our experience a couple of years ago. We’d decided it was time to get the septic tank pumped to avoid trouble in the dead of winter. But before a company will venture out to empty it, you need to uncover the container.
“I was sure,” Bill had complained, “that I drew a diagram of where the septic tank is buried. But now I can’t find the map.”
That was only the beginning of our misery. We couldn’t find the septic tank, either.
Bill dug a foot one way. Nothing. He dug a couple of feet in another direction. Nothing.
He dug down, over and around. Nothing.
After several days, and nearing China, he found the septic tank.
So, his point about not burying a small pot of silver in the backyard is a good one. The reality is seniors can’t even remember where they put their glasses.
But one thing I do recollect is the advice found in the Scriptures: “Don’t store up treasures here on Earth where they can erode away or may be stolen. Store them in Heaven where they will never lose their value, and are safe from thieves.” (Matthew 6:19-20 LB)
Sounds like a good investment counsel to me. And one of these days, I’m guaranteed to find it.