Don’t hoard treasure down here where it gets eaten by moths and corroded by rust or—worse!—stolen by burglars. Stockpile treasure in heaven, where it’s safe from moth and rust and burglars. It’s obvious, isn’t it? The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being.
[Note: This was also yesterday’s verse, but it seemed incredibly appropriate for today, given my Garmin’s death]
When I was a kid, we had a book called Fortunately, by Remy Charlip. In it, the protagonist experiences a series of events, each starting with fortunately or unfortunately. It started with, “Fortunately, he was invited to a surprise party.” On the next page it said something like, “Unfortunately, on the way there, he tripped and fell into a hole.” The entire story went from there. I liked it.