Possessed by the Treasure

Nothing is more practical than finding God, than falling in love in a quite absolute, final way,” writes Fr. Pedro Arrupe of the Jesuits.

Perhaps, this is a modern-day rendition of what Jesus, the Son of God, preached, thousands of years ago, about the Kingdom of the Father.

This Sunday’s Gospel features Jesus’ presentation of how one may approach the Kingdom of God: It may be accidentally (read: providentially) or an end result of a painstaking search.

But under any circumstance, the response is the same: there is the “going and selling” movement in order to possess the object of discovery.

However, this possession isn’t one way, for there is mutuality. The person who finds the object is possessed by it as well. Hence, he goes out of his way to let go of his other belongings in order for that object to belong to him.

However, it is rightful to conjecture that the object seized him first, thus, the action of “selling everything” just so he could pull in his resources in order to buy the object.

Hundreds of years ago, there was Augustine was in search for Truth (it’s one of God’s monicker). In doing so, he tried to seek Him in religious sects, and when he landed on one, his life proved that the search isn’t over yet.

He tried other stuff which he thought would wipe out his thirst for something, but he was not satisfied. Until finally, he found what’s he’s looking for.

When he wrote these classic lines below, he must have been sure that the search was indeed over.

Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new,
late have I loved you!
You were within me, but I was outside,
and it was there that I searched for you.
In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which you created.
You were with me, but I was not with you.
Created things kept me from you;
yet if they had not been in you they would have not been at all.
You called, you shouted, and you broke through my deafness.
You flashed, you shone, and you dispelled my blindness.
You breathed your fragrance on me;
I drew in breath and now I pant for you.
I have tasted you, now I hunger and thirst for more.
You touched me, and I burned for your peace.

What he was in search of, he finally found. Or, did IT finally find him?

The discovery didn’t enrich only one aspect of his life. The effect of the treasure reached all its aspects.

I think that’s what a mark of a real treasure is: It transforms our lives. It makes us yearn for it, it makes us sell everything so that we could possess it.

As we consume it, it consumes us in return.


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