dig

The question: “what matters?” grabs hold of the deepest parts of our hearts and refuses to let go. It is such a direct question that it can be paralyzing. It does not swerve to the right or to the left, but gets right to the matter of first importance. Squaring up like a gunfighter at twenty paces in the middle of a dusty western street, it does not flinch. It does not blink, but stands there in the high noon sun staring you down, awaiting your response. He will stand there as long as it takes.

He is relentless and urges us to dig down through the exterior of things. Why? It is to find out what’s under the surface layers of life. Go ahead, grab a shovel. Dig.

Who knows? Perhaps, you might stumble upon a treasure buried in a field, and if you do, then you must quickly decide if you are willing to sell everything you have in order to buy the field.