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The Treasure


A: Is our not knowing Hell?

B: But I do know.

A: What do you know?

B: That all things are of God.

A: Are you in Heaven?

B: No. I am on (H)eartH, Heaven is above us.

A: Isn't Heaven where you believe it to be and not where you know it to be?

B: This is more like Hell.

A: It is if we believe it is.

B: Everything is agony that isn't with God in Heaven.

A: Then believe that you are with God in Heaven as it is on (H)eartH.

B: Plagiarist!

A: Ha!

B: Heaven's gotta be better than this.

A: Why?

B: The (H)eartH is where we've been sent to learn of God.

A: And what have we learned of the (H)eartH?

B: It's not flat.

A: Is that it?

B: It's temporary.

A: Doesn't it provide us everything we need without asking for anything in return?

A: God gives us all we need.

A: Then we should cherish Home as if it were the Heart(H) of God's Creation.

B: If you want God to strike you down you'll worship the (H)eartH.

A: Why would God strike me down for cherishing the one thing I can possibly know?

B: Because you are bowing to that which is not God.

A: Yet, it is created by God, it is of God.

B: Yes. All things are.

A: Then Heaven is where God's Heart(H) is.

B: Yes.

A: For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. Mathew 6:21.

B: I'm surprised that you know a bible verse.

A: I'm surprised you don't know where the treasure is.

(Silence...)

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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