Philosophical Fragments
http://www.patheos.com/blogs/philosophicalfragments/2013/06/13/in-which-i-like-private-property/
My Dad once pointed at that all my toys belonged, legally, to him.
This was frightening until he explained further: I had visions of him swooping up my army men, Teddy, and Sir Gordon and his horse Bravo (not dolls, but action figures). He comforted me quickly: he had the right to my toys, but this right secured my use of them until I was a man.
How?
I was very small and my swords were all plastic, Dad would protect me to play in safety.
I was not comptent to own things, because I was not a man. Dad’s ownership, because Dad could be trusted to love me, allowed me to possess things through his citizenship.
Because Dad owned the toys, I could own the toys. Because Dad was a full citizen, when my bike was stolen he could call the policeman.
This was cheering, but Dad went further.
Strictly speaking, from the view of the King, Dad was also a child who owned nothing in his own right. King Jesus owned the entire world and all that was within it, but because King Jesus, like Dad, was loving and good, He let us use his things until we reached, in Paradise, perfect manhood and came into our inheritance.
Knowing that the King owned everything made me wonder if I could claim the cattle over on West Virginia hill one thousand, but Dad only laughed.
King Jesus could give me what I needed, but I could not take what I thought was needed anymore than Brenda from down the hill could just claim my toys. If King Jesus had allowed Miss Davis to own the land at the bottom of the driveway, then from my point of view it was her land.
Dad pointed out that people who heard God telling them to take back other people’s land were generally like children who pretended their parents wanted them to take money from their wallets: they were lying to themselves.
Later, when I was older, he discussed the evils of abortion with me in similar terms: the baby had a right to life that came from God. From the point of view of Heaven that meant, strictly speaking, that no person had rights in themselves, but this was good. If people did not give me my right to life, then people could not take it away, not even me! I did not give my life value, so even I could not decide when it was done or even who I was or what was good about me.
I was God’s kid, but God, like any good parent, gave me growing freedom as I got older.
There was no privacy, not in my deepest heart, from God, but this meant there could be privacy from people. Nobody had a right to my deepest thoughts: my secrets were my own and no government had the right to force them from me. Because God owned my soul, it was free from every man.
This gave me a great reverence, which continues to this day, for private property. When God gives a friend money, it is his, and nobody should take it from him without his consent. Taxation without representation is tyranny, but it is also impiety. It takes what God has joined together, a man and his property, and forces it asunder. The arrogance that says: “God is not telling you, the person he has made steward of this property, but me, what is best for it.” is frightening.
God calls this stealing and He takes stealing so seriously that we are not even allowed to covet in our hearts.
When King Ahab took a vineyard from a poor man, God was enraged. God had given the land to that man and no government could seize it without that man’s consent.
If a man can love his property too much, and that is a grievous sin, he can also love it too little. He can squander what God has given him, pollute his land, or take for granted his wealth. Instead, he should cherish his property with an ordinate affection knowing it is ultimately God’s, but that as he becomes ever more human, God delights in giving him ever more.
If I sell my birthright for soup, then I place too low a value on the spiritual and physical goods He has given me. My birthright is not just freedom in my soul, but freedom in my body and in my property.
We are not just given spiritual blessings anymore than we are given only a spirit. We are given bodies and we can rejoice in them.
And so today, I look at the little God has granted me, though it is much in historic context, and rejoice in it. I do not worship it, but I am glad about it and because I am a human being created in His image I can say: “This is mine.” In the order of Heaven, my laptop is His, but I am His so He can make what is His mine: a thing in His love He shares only with me!
This is most true of my body: it is mine and not yours, because I am His. Of His own, given to me, I give Him, but you can never give my own to Him without offering Cain’s envious offering.
What a joy! I know that it depends of Father, but that is even more joyous. When I tell you that this car is mine, I am pointing back to Father. When I create more wealth, using talents he has given me, then He confirms my use of that wealth joyfully. In the universe God created my abundance need not be based on “taking,” but on creation. I am not made poor when Apple is made rich, but able to own a wonderful machine!
Of course, greed, covetousness, the inordinate love of money, and selfishness mess all this up, but answer is not to attack private property anymore than the solution to my selfishness as a child was to take away my toys.
He taught me to share by education and example.
As I walk through the airport today, I rejoiced to see men and women buying and selling where they should have been buying and selling. If our Lord drove the money changers from the Temple, it was to get them to where buying and selling should be.
Thank you King Jesus for privacy, including private property.
My Dad once pointed at that all my toys belonged, legally, to him.
This was frightening until he explained further: I had visions of him swooping up my army men, Teddy, and Sir Gordon and his horse Bravo (not dolls, but action figures). He comforted me quickly: he had the right to my toys, but this right secured my use of them until I was a man.
How?
I was very small and my swords were all plastic, Dad would protect me to play in safety.
I was not comptent to own things, because I was not a man. Dad’s ownership, because Dad could be trusted to love me, allowed me to possess things through his citizenship.
Because Dad owned the toys, I could own the toys. Because Dad was a full citizen, when my bike was stolen he could call the policeman.
This was cheering, but Dad went further.
Strictly speaking, from the view of the King, Dad was also a child who owned nothing in his own right. King Jesus owned the entire world and all that was within it, but because King Jesus, like Dad, was loving and good, He let us use his things until we reached, in Paradise, perfect manhood and came into our inheritance.
Knowing that the King owned everything made me wonder if I could claim the cattle over on West Virginia hill one thousand, but Dad only laughed.
King Jesus could give me what I needed, but I could not take what I thought was needed anymore than Brenda from down the hill could just claim my toys. If King Jesus had allowed Miss Davis to own the land at the bottom of the driveway, then from my point of view it was her land.
Dad pointed out that people who heard God telling them to take back other people’s land were generally like children who pretended their parents wanted them to take money from their wallets: they were lying to themselves.
Later, when I was older, he discussed the evils of abortion with me in similar terms: the baby had a right to life that came from God. From the point of view of Heaven that meant, strictly speaking, that no person had rights in themselves, but this was good. If people did not give me my right to life, then people could not take it away, not even me! I did not give my life value, so even I could not decide when it was done or even who I was or what was good about me.
I was God’s kid, but God, like any good parent, gave me growing freedom as I got older.
There was no privacy, not in my deepest heart, from God, but this meant there could be privacy from people. Nobody had a right to my deepest thoughts: my secrets were my own and no government had the right to force them from me. Because God owned my soul, it was free from every man.
This gave me a great reverence, which continues to this day, for private property. When God gives a friend money, it is his, and nobody should take it from him without his consent. Taxation without representation is tyranny, but it is also impiety. It takes what God has joined together, a man and his property, and forces it asunder. The arrogance that says: “God is not telling you, the person he has made steward of this property, but me, what is best for it.” is frightening.
God calls this stealing and He takes stealing so seriously that we are not even allowed to covet in our hearts.
When King Ahab took a vineyard from a poor man, God was enraged. God had given the land to that man and no government could seize it without that man’s consent.
If a man can love his property too much, and that is a grievous sin, he can also love it too little. He can squander what God has given him, pollute his land, or take for granted his wealth. Instead, he should cherish his property with an ordinate affection knowing it is ultimately God’s, but that as he becomes ever more human, God delights in giving him ever more.
If I sell my birthright for soup, then I place too low a value on the spiritual and physical goods He has given me. My birthright is not just freedom in my soul, but freedom in my body and in my property.
We are not just given spiritual blessings anymore than we are given only a spirit. We are given bodies and we can rejoice in them.
And so today, I look at the little God has granted me, though it is much in historic context, and rejoice in it. I do not worship it, but I am glad about it and because I am a human being created in His image I can say: “This is mine.” In the order of Heaven, my laptop is His, but I am His so He can make what is His mine: a thing in His love He shares only with me!
This is most true of my body: it is mine and not yours, because I am His. Of His own, given to me, I give Him, but you can never give my own to Him without offering Cain’s envious offering.
What a joy! I know that it depends of Father, but that is even more joyous. When I tell you that this car is mine, I am pointing back to Father. When I create more wealth, using talents he has given me, then He confirms my use of that wealth joyfully. In the universe God created my abundance need not be based on “taking,” but on creation. I am not made poor when Apple is made rich, but able to own a wonderful machine!
Of course, greed, covetousness, the inordinate love of money, and selfishness mess all this up, but answer is not to attack private property anymore than the solution to my selfishness as a child was to take away my toys.
He taught me to share by education and example.
As I walk through the airport today, I rejoiced to see men and women buying and selling where they should have been buying and selling. If our Lord drove the money changers from the Temple, it was to get them to where buying and selling should be.
Thank you King Jesus for privacy, including private property.
- See more at: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/philosophicalfragments/2013/06/13/in-which-i-like-private-property/#sthash.pSHWVmlC.dpufMy Dad once pointed at that all my toys belonged, legally, to him.
This was frightening until he explained further: I had visions of him swooping up my army men, Teddy, and Sir Gordon and his horse Bravo (not dolls, but action figures). He comforted me quickly: he had the right to my toys, but this right secured my use of them until I was a man.
How?
I was very small and my swords were all plastic, Dad would protect me to play in safety.
I was not comptent to own things, because I was not a man. Dad’s ownership, because Dad could be trusted to love me, allowed me to possess things through his citizenship.
Because Dad owned the toys, I could own the toys. Because Dad was a full citizen, when my bike was stolen he could call the policeman.
This was cheering, but Dad went further.
Strictly speaking, from the view of the King, Dad was also a child who owned nothing in his own right. King Jesus owned the entire world and all that was within it, but because King Jesus, like Dad, was loving and good, He let us use his things until we reached, in Paradise, perfect manhood and came into our inheritance.
Knowing that the King owned everything made me wonder if I could claim the cattle over on West Virginia hill one thousand, but Dad only laughed.
King Jesus could give me what I needed, but I could not take what I thought was needed anymore than Brenda from down the hill could just claim my toys. If King Jesus had allowed Miss Davis to own the land at the bottom of the driveway, then from my point of view it was her land.
Dad pointed out that people who heard God telling them to take back other people’s land were generally like children who pretended their parents wanted them to take money from their wallets: they were lying to themselves.
Later, when I was older, he discussed the evils of abortion with me in similar terms: the baby had a right to life that came from God. From the point of view of Heaven that meant, strictly speaking, that no person had rights in themselves, but this was good. If people did not give me my right to life, then people could not take it away, not even me! I did not give my life value, so even I could not decide when it was done or even who I was or what was good about me.
I was God’s kid, but God, like any good parent, gave me growing freedom as I got older.
There was no privacy, not in my deepest heart, from God, but this meant there could be privacy from people. Nobody had a right to my deepest thoughts: my secrets were my own and no government had the right to force them from me. Because God owned my soul, it was free from every man.
This gave me a great reverence, which continues to this day, for private property. When God gives a friend money, it is his, and nobody should take it from him without his consent. Taxation without representation is tyranny, but it is also impiety. It takes what God has joined together, a man and his property, and forces it asunder. The arrogance that says: “God is not telling you, the person he has made steward of this property, but me, what is best for it.” is frightening.
God calls this stealing and He takes stealing so seriously that we are not even allowed to covet in our hearts.
When King Ahab took a vineyard from a poor man, God was enraged. God had given the land to that man and no government could seize it without that man’s consent.
If a man can love his property too much, and that is a grievous sin, he can also love it too little. He can squander what God has given him, pollute his land, or take for granted his wealth. Instead, he should cherish his property with an ordinate affection knowing it is ultimately God’s, but that as he becomes ever more human, God delights in giving him ever more.
If I sell my birthright for soup, then I place too low a value on the spiritual and physical goods He has given me. My birthright is not just freedom in my soul, but freedom in my body and in my property.
We are not just given spiritual blessings anymore than we are given only a spirit. We are given bodies and we can rejoice in them.
And so today, I look at the little God has granted me, though it is much in historic context, and rejoice in it. I do not worship it, but I am glad about it and because I am a human being created in His image I can say: “This is mine.” In the order of Heaven, my laptop is His, but I am His so He can make what is His mine: a thing in His love He shares only with me!
This is most true of my body: it is mine and not yours, because I am His. Of His own, given to me, I give Him, but you can never give my own to Him without offering Cain’s envious offering.
What a joy! I know that it depends of Father, but that is even more joyous. When I tell you that this car is mine, I am pointing back to Father. When I create more wealth, using talents he has given me, then He confirms my use of that wealth joyfully. In the universe God created my abundance need not be based on “taking,” but on creation. I am not made poor when Apple is made rich, but able to own a wonderful machine!
Of course, greed, covetousness, the inordinate love of money, and selfishness mess all this up, but answer is not to attack private property anymore than the solution to my selfishness as a child was to take away my toys.
He taught me to share by education and example.
As I walk through the airport today, I rejoiced to see men and women buying and selling where they should have been buying and selling. If our Lord drove the money changers from the Temple, it was to get them to where buying and selling should be.
Thank you King Jesus for privacy, including private property.
- See more at: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/philosophicalfragments/2013/06/13/in-which-i-like-private-property/#sthash.pSHWVmlC.dpuf
This was frightening until he explained further: I had visions of him swooping up my army men, Teddy, and Sir Gordon and his horse Bravo (not dolls, but action figures). He comforted me quickly: he had the right to my toys, but this right secured my use of them until I was a man.
How?
I was very small and my swords were all plastic, Dad would protect me to play in safety.
I was not comptent to own things, because I was not a man. Dad’s ownership, because Dad could be trusted to love me, allowed me to possess things through his citizenship.
Because Dad owned the toys, I could own the toys. Because Dad was a full citizen, when my bike was stolen he could call the policeman.
This was cheering, but Dad went further.
Strictly speaking, from the view of the King, Dad was also a child who owned nothing in his own right. King Jesus owned the entire world and all that was within it, but because King Jesus, like Dad, was loving and good, He let us use his things until we reached, in Paradise, perfect manhood and came into our inheritance.
Knowing that the King owned everything made me wonder if I could claim the cattle over on West Virginia hill one thousand, but Dad only laughed.
King Jesus could give me what I needed, but I could not take what I thought was needed anymore than Brenda from down the hill could just claim my toys. If King Jesus had allowed Miss Davis to own the land at the bottom of the driveway, then from my point of view it was her land.
Dad pointed out that people who heard God telling them to take back other people’s land were generally like children who pretended their parents wanted them to take money from their wallets: they were lying to themselves.
Later, when I was older, he discussed the evils of abortion with me in similar terms: the baby had a right to life that came from God. From the point of view of Heaven that meant, strictly speaking, that no person had rights in themselves, but this was good. If people did not give me my right to life, then people could not take it away, not even me! I did not give my life value, so even I could not decide when it was done or even who I was or what was good about me.
I was God’s kid, but God, like any good parent, gave me growing freedom as I got older.
There was no privacy, not in my deepest heart, from God, but this meant there could be privacy from people. Nobody had a right to my deepest thoughts: my secrets were my own and no government had the right to force them from me. Because God owned my soul, it was free from every man.
This gave me a great reverence, which continues to this day, for private property. When God gives a friend money, it is his, and nobody should take it from him without his consent. Taxation without representation is tyranny, but it is also impiety. It takes what God has joined together, a man and his property, and forces it asunder. The arrogance that says: “God is not telling you, the person he has made steward of this property, but me, what is best for it.” is frightening.
God calls this stealing and He takes stealing so seriously that we are not even allowed to covet in our hearts.
When King Ahab took a vineyard from a poor man, God was enraged. God had given the land to that man and no government could seize it without that man’s consent.
If a man can love his property too much, and that is a grievous sin, he can also love it too little. He can squander what God has given him, pollute his land, or take for granted his wealth. Instead, he should cherish his property with an ordinate affection knowing it is ultimately God’s, but that as he becomes ever more human, God delights in giving him ever more.
If I sell my birthright for soup, then I place too low a value on the spiritual and physical goods He has given me. My birthright is not just freedom in my soul, but freedom in my body and in my property.
We are not just given spiritual blessings anymore than we are given only a spirit. We are given bodies and we can rejoice in them.
And so today, I look at the little God has granted me, though it is much in historic context, and rejoice in it. I do not worship it, but I am glad about it and because I am a human being created in His image I can say: “This is mine.” In the order of Heaven, my laptop is His, but I am His so He can make what is His mine: a thing in His love He shares only with me!
This is most true of my body: it is mine and not yours, because I am His. Of His own, given to me, I give Him, but you can never give my own to Him without offering Cain’s envious offering.
What a joy! I know that it depends of Father, but that is even more joyous. When I tell you that this car is mine, I am pointing back to Father. When I create more wealth, using talents he has given me, then He confirms my use of that wealth joyfully. In the universe God created my abundance need not be based on “taking,” but on creation. I am not made poor when Apple is made rich, but able to own a wonderful machine!
Of course, greed, covetousness, the inordinate love of money, and selfishness mess all this up, but answer is not to attack private property anymore than the solution to my selfishness as a child was to take away my toys.
He taught me to share by education and example.
As I walk through the airport today, I rejoiced to see men and women buying and selling where they should have been buying and selling. If our Lord drove the money changers from the Temple, it was to get them to where buying and selling should be.
Thank you King Jesus for privacy, including private property.
- See more at: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/philosophicalfragments/2013/06/13/in-which-i-like-private-property/#sthash.pSHWVmlC.dpufMy Dad once pointed at that all my toys belonged, legally, to him.
This was frightening until he explained further: I had visions of him swooping up my army men, Teddy, and Sir Gordon and his horse Bravo (not dolls, but action figures). He comforted me quickly: he had the right to my toys, but this right secured my use of them until I was a man.
How?
I was very small and my swords were all plastic, Dad would protect me to play in safety.
I was not comptent to own things, because I was not a man. Dad’s ownership, because Dad could be trusted to love me, allowed me to possess things through his citizenship.
Because Dad owned the toys, I could own the toys. Because Dad was a full citizen, when my bike was stolen he could call the policeman.
This was cheering, but Dad went further.
Strictly speaking, from the view of the King, Dad was also a child who owned nothing in his own right. King Jesus owned the entire world and all that was within it, but because King Jesus, like Dad, was loving and good, He let us use his things until we reached, in Paradise, perfect manhood and came into our inheritance.
Knowing that the King owned everything made me wonder if I could claim the cattle over on West Virginia hill one thousand, but Dad only laughed.
King Jesus could give me what I needed, but I could not take what I thought was needed anymore than Brenda from down the hill could just claim my toys. If King Jesus had allowed Miss Davis to own the land at the bottom of the driveway, then from my point of view it was her land.
Dad pointed out that people who heard God telling them to take back other people’s land were generally like children who pretended their parents wanted them to take money from their wallets: they were lying to themselves.
Later, when I was older, he discussed the evils of abortion with me in similar terms: the baby had a right to life that came from God. From the point of view of Heaven that meant, strictly speaking, that no person had rights in themselves, but this was good. If people did not give me my right to life, then people could not take it away, not even me! I did not give my life value, so even I could not decide when it was done or even who I was or what was good about me.
I was God’s kid, but God, like any good parent, gave me growing freedom as I got older.
There was no privacy, not in my deepest heart, from God, but this meant there could be privacy from people. Nobody had a right to my deepest thoughts: my secrets were my own and no government had the right to force them from me. Because God owned my soul, it was free from every man.
This gave me a great reverence, which continues to this day, for private property. When God gives a friend money, it is his, and nobody should take it from him without his consent. Taxation without representation is tyranny, but it is also impiety. It takes what God has joined together, a man and his property, and forces it asunder. The arrogance that says: “God is not telling you, the person he has made steward of this property, but me, what is best for it.” is frightening.
God calls this stealing and He takes stealing so seriously that we are not even allowed to covet in our hearts.
When King Ahab took a vineyard from a poor man, God was enraged. God had given the land to that man and no government could seize it without that man’s consent.
If a man can love his property too much, and that is a grievous sin, he can also love it too little. He can squander what God has given him, pollute his land, or take for granted his wealth. Instead, he should cherish his property with an ordinate affection knowing it is ultimately God’s, but that as he becomes ever more human, God delights in giving him ever more.
If I sell my birthright for soup, then I place too low a value on the spiritual and physical goods He has given me. My birthright is not just freedom in my soul, but freedom in my body and in my property.
We are not just given spiritual blessings anymore than we are given only a spirit. We are given bodies and we can rejoice in them.
And so today, I look at the little God has granted me, though it is much in historic context, and rejoice in it. I do not worship it, but I am glad about it and because I am a human being created in His image I can say: “This is mine.” In the order of Heaven, my laptop is His, but I am His so He can make what is His mine: a thing in His love He shares only with me!
This is most true of my body: it is mine and not yours, because I am His. Of His own, given to me, I give Him, but you can never give my own to Him without offering Cain’s envious offering.
What a joy! I know that it depends of Father, but that is even more joyous. When I tell you that this car is mine, I am pointing back to Father. When I create more wealth, using talents he has given me, then He confirms my use of that wealth joyfully. In the universe God created my abundance need not be based on “taking,” but on creation. I am not made poor when Apple is made rich, but able to own a wonderful machine!
Of course, greed, covetousness, the inordinate love of money, and selfishness mess all this up, but answer is not to attack private property anymore than the solution to my selfishness as a child was to take away my toys.
He taught me to share by education and example.
As I walk through the airport today, I rejoiced to see men and women buying and selling where they should have been buying and selling. If our Lord drove the money changers from the Temple, it was to get them to where buying and selling should be.
Thank you King Jesus for privacy, including private property.
- See more at: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/philosophicalfragments/2013/06/13/in-which-i-like-private-property/#sthash.pSHWVmlC.dpuf
My Dad once pointed at that all my toys belonged, legally, to him.
This was frightening until he explained further: I had visions of him swooping up my army men, Teddy, and Sir Gordon and his horse Bravo (not dolls, but action figures). He comforted me quickly: he had the right to my toys, but this right secured my use of them until I was a man.
How?
I was very small and my swords were all plastic, Dad would protect me to play in safety.
I was not comptent to own things, because I was not a man. Dad’s ownership, because Dad could be trusted to love me, allowed me to possess things through his citizenship.
Because Dad owned the toys, I could own the toys. Because Dad was a full citizen, when my bike was stolen he could call the policeman.
This was cheering, but Dad went further.
Strictly speaking, from the view of the King, Dad was also a child who owned nothing in his own right. King Jesus owned the entire world and all that was within it, but because King Jesus, like Dad, was loving and good, He let us use his things until we reached, in Paradise, perfect manhood and came into our inheritance.
Knowing that the King owned everything made me wonder if I could claim the cattle over on West Virginia hill one thousand, but Dad only laughed.
King Jesus could give me what I needed, but I could not take what I thought was needed anymore than Brenda from down the hill could just claim my toys. If King Jesus had allowed Miss Davis to own the land at the bottom of the driveway, then from my point of view it was her land.
Dad pointed out that people who heard God telling them to take back other people’s land were generally like children who pretended their parents wanted them to take money from their wallets: they were lying to themselves.
Later, when I was older, he discussed the evils of abortion with me in similar terms: the baby had a right to life that came from God. From the point of view of Heaven that meant, strictly speaking, that no person had rights in themselves, but this was good. If people did not give me my right to life, then people could not take it away, not even me! I did not give my life value, so even I could not decide when it was done or even who I was or what was good about me.
I was God’s kid, but God, like any good parent, gave me growing freedom as I got older.
There was no privacy, not in my deepest heart, from God, but this meant there could be privacy from people. Nobody had a right to my deepest thoughts: my secrets were my own and no government had the right to force them from me. Because God owned my soul, it was free from every man.
This gave me a great reverence, which continues to this day, for private property. When God gives a friend money, it is his, and nobody should take it from him without his consent. Taxation without representation is tyranny, but it is also impiety. It takes what God has joined together, a man and his property, and forces it asunder. The arrogance that says: “God is not telling you, the person he has made steward of this property, but me, what is best for it.” is frightening.
God calls this stealing and He takes stealing so seriously that we are not even allowed to covet in our hearts.
When King Ahab took a vineyard from a poor man, God was enraged. God had given the land to that man and no government could seize it without that man’s consent.
If a man can love his property too much, and that is a grievous sin, he can also love it too little. He can squander what God has given him, pollute his land, or take for granted his wealth. Instead, he should cherish his property with an ordinate affection knowing it is ultimately God’s, but that as he becomes ever more human, God delights in giving him ever more.
If I sell my birthright for soup, then I place too low a value on the spiritual and physical goods He has given me. My birthright is not just freedom in my soul, but freedom in my body and in my property.
We are not just given spiritual blessings anymore than we are given only a spirit. We are given bodies and we can rejoice in them.
And so today, I look at the little God has granted me, though it is much in historic context, and rejoice in it. I do not worship it, but I am glad about it and because I am a human being created in His image I can say: “This is mine.” In the order of Heaven, my laptop is His, but I am His so He can make what is His mine: a thing in His love He shares only with me!
This is most true of my body: it is mine and not yours, because I am His. Of His own, given to me, I give Him, but you can never give my own to Him without offering Cain’s envious offering.
What a joy! I know that it depends of Father, but that is even more joyous. When I tell you that this car is mine, I am pointing back to Father. When I create more wealth, using talents he has given me, then He confirms my use of that wealth joyfully. In the universe God created my abundance need not be based on “taking,” but on creation. I am not made poor when Apple is made rich, but able to own a wonderful machine!
Of course, greed, covetousness, the inordinate love of money, and selfishness mess all this up, but answer is not to attack private property anymore than the solution to my selfishness as a child was to take away my toys.
He taught me to share by education and example.
As I walk through the airport today, I rejoiced to see men and women buying and selling where they should have been buying and selling. If our Lord drove the money changers from the Temple, it was to get them to where buying and selling should be.
Thank you King Jesus for privacy, including private property.
- See more at: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/philosophicalfragments/2013/06/13/in-which-i-like-private-property/#sthash.pSHWVmlC.dpuf
This was frightening until he explained further: I had visions of him swooping up my army men, Teddy, and Sir Gordon and his horse Bravo (not dolls, but action figures). He comforted me quickly: he had the right to my toys, but this right secured my use of them until I was a man.
How?
I was very small and my swords were all plastic, Dad would protect me to play in safety.
I was not comptent to own things, because I was not a man. Dad’s ownership, because Dad could be trusted to love me, allowed me to possess things through his citizenship.
Because Dad owned the toys, I could own the toys. Because Dad was a full citizen, when my bike was stolen he could call the policeman.
This was cheering, but Dad went further.
Strictly speaking, from the view of the King, Dad was also a child who owned nothing in his own right. King Jesus owned the entire world and all that was within it, but because King Jesus, like Dad, was loving and good, He let us use his things until we reached, in Paradise, perfect manhood and came into our inheritance.
Knowing that the King owned everything made me wonder if I could claim the cattle over on West Virginia hill one thousand, but Dad only laughed.
King Jesus could give me what I needed, but I could not take what I thought was needed anymore than Brenda from down the hill could just claim my toys. If King Jesus had allowed Miss Davis to own the land at the bottom of the driveway, then from my point of view it was her land.
Dad pointed out that people who heard God telling them to take back other people’s land were generally like children who pretended their parents wanted them to take money from their wallets: they were lying to themselves.
Later, when I was older, he discussed the evils of abortion with me in similar terms: the baby had a right to life that came from God. From the point of view of Heaven that meant, strictly speaking, that no person had rights in themselves, but this was good. If people did not give me my right to life, then people could not take it away, not even me! I did not give my life value, so even I could not decide when it was done or even who I was or what was good about me.
I was God’s kid, but God, like any good parent, gave me growing freedom as I got older.
There was no privacy, not in my deepest heart, from God, but this meant there could be privacy from people. Nobody had a right to my deepest thoughts: my secrets were my own and no government had the right to force them from me. Because God owned my soul, it was free from every man.
This gave me a great reverence, which continues to this day, for private property. When God gives a friend money, it is his, and nobody should take it from him without his consent. Taxation without representation is tyranny, but it is also impiety. It takes what God has joined together, a man and his property, and forces it asunder. The arrogance that says: “God is not telling you, the person he has made steward of this property, but me, what is best for it.” is frightening.
God calls this stealing and He takes stealing so seriously that we are not even allowed to covet in our hearts.
When King Ahab took a vineyard from a poor man, God was enraged. God had given the land to that man and no government could seize it without that man’s consent.
If a man can love his property too much, and that is a grievous sin, he can also love it too little. He can squander what God has given him, pollute his land, or take for granted his wealth. Instead, he should cherish his property with an ordinate affection knowing it is ultimately God’s, but that as he becomes ever more human, God delights in giving him ever more.
If I sell my birthright for soup, then I place too low a value on the spiritual and physical goods He has given me. My birthright is not just freedom in my soul, but freedom in my body and in my property.
We are not just given spiritual blessings anymore than we are given only a spirit. We are given bodies and we can rejoice in them.
And so today, I look at the little God has granted me, though it is much in historic context, and rejoice in it. I do not worship it, but I am glad about it and because I am a human being created in His image I can say: “This is mine.” In the order of Heaven, my laptop is His, but I am His so He can make what is His mine: a thing in His love He shares only with me!
This is most true of my body: it is mine and not yours, because I am His. Of His own, given to me, I give Him, but you can never give my own to Him without offering Cain’s envious offering.
What a joy! I know that it depends of Father, but that is even more joyous. When I tell you that this car is mine, I am pointing back to Father. When I create more wealth, using talents he has given me, then He confirms my use of that wealth joyfully. In the universe God created my abundance need not be based on “taking,” but on creation. I am not made poor when Apple is made rich, but able to own a wonderful machine!
Of course, greed, covetousness, the inordinate love of money, and selfishness mess all this up, but answer is not to attack private property anymore than the solution to my selfishness as a child was to take away my toys.
He taught me to share by education and example.
As I walk through the airport today, I rejoiced to see men and women buying and selling where they should have been buying and selling. If our Lord drove the money changers from the Temple, it was to get them to where buying and selling should be.
Thank you King Jesus for privacy, including private property.
- See more at: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/philosophicalfragments/2013/06/13/in-which-i-like-private-property/#sthash.pSHWVmlC.dpuf
My Dad once pointed at that all my toys belonged, legally, to him.
This was frightening until he explained further: I had visions of him swooping up my army men, Teddy, and Sir Gordon and his horse Bravo (not dolls, but action figures). He comforted me quickly: he had the right to my toys, but this right secured my use of them until I was a man.
How?
I was very small and my swords were all plastic, Dad would protect me to play in safety.
I was not comptent to own things, because I was not a man. Dad’s ownership, because Dad could be trusted to love me, allowed me to possess things through his citizenship.
Because Dad owned the toys, I could own the toys. Because Dad was a full citizen, when my bike was stolen he could call the policeman.
This was cheering, but Dad went further.
Strictly speaking, from the view of the King, Dad was also a child who owned nothing in his own right. King Jesus owned the entire world and all that was within it, but because King Jesus, like Dad, was loving and good, He let us use his things until we reached, in Paradise, perfect manhood and came into our inheritance.
Knowing that the King owned everything made me wonder if I could claim the cattle over on West Virginia hill one thousand, but Dad only laughed.
King Jesus could give me what I needed, but I could not take what I thought was needed anymore than Brenda from down the hill could just claim my toys. If King Jesus had allowed Miss Davis to own the land at the bottom of the driveway, then from my point of view it was her land.
Dad pointed out that people who heard God telling them to take back other people’s land were generally like children who pretended their parents wanted them to take money from their wallets: they were lying to themselves.
Later, when I was older, he discussed the evils of abortion with me in similar terms: the baby had a right to life that came from God. From the point of view of Heaven that meant, strictly speaking, that no person had rights in themselves, but this was good. If people did not give me my right to life, then people could not take it away, not even me! I did not give my life value, so even I could not decide when it was done or even who I was or what was good about me.
I was God’s kid, but God, like any good parent, gave me growing freedom as I got older.
There was no privacy, not in my deepest heart, from God, but this meant there could be privacy from people. Nobody had a right to my deepest thoughts: my secrets were my own and no government had the right to force them from me. Because God owned my soul, it was free from every man.
This gave me a great reverence, which continues to this day, for private property. When God gives a friend money, it is his, and nobody should take it from him without his consent. Taxation without representation is tyranny, but it is also impiety. It takes what God has joined together, a man and his property, and forces it asunder. The arrogance that says: “God is not telling you, the person he has made steward of this property, but me, what is best for it.” is frightening.
God calls this stealing and He takes stealing so seriously that we are not even allowed to covet in our hearts.
When King Ahab took a vineyard from a poor man, God was enraged. God had given the land to that man and no government could seize it without that man’s consent.
If a man can love his property too much, and that is a grievous sin, he can also love it too little. He can squander what God has given him, pollute his land, or take for granted his wealth. Instead, he should cherish his property with an ordinate affection knowing it is ultimately God’s, but that as he becomes ever more human, God delights in giving him ever more.
If I sell my birthright for soup, then I place too low a value on the spiritual and physical goods He has given me. My birthright is not just freedom in my soul, but freedom in my body and in my property.
We are not just given spiritual blessings anymore than we are given only a spirit. We are given bodies and we can rejoice in them.
And so today, I look at the little God has granted me, though it is much in historic context, and rejoice in it. I do not worship it, but I am glad about it and because I am a human being created in His image I can say: “This is mine.” In the order of Heaven, my laptop is His, but I am His so He can make what is His mine: a thing in His love He shares only with me!
This is most true of my body: it is mine and not yours, because I am His. Of His own, given to me, I give Him, but you can never give my own to Him without offering Cain’s envious offering.
What a joy! I know that it depends of Father, but that is even more joyous. When I tell you that this car is mine, I am pointing back to Father. When I create more wealth, using talents he has given me, then He confirms my use of that wealth joyfully. In the universe God created my abundance need not be based on “taking,” but on creation. I am not made poor when Apple is made rich, but able to own a wonderful machine!
Of course, greed, covetousness, the inordinate love of money, and selfishness mess all this up, but answer is not to attack private property anymore than the solution to my selfishness as a child was to take away my toys.
He taught me to share by education and example.
As I walk through the airport today, I rejoiced to see men and women buying and selling where they should have been buying and selling. If our Lord drove the money changers from the Temple, it was to get them to where buying and selling should be.
Thank you King Jesus for privacy, including private property.
- See more at: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/philosophicalfragments/2013/06/13/in-which-i-like-private-property/#sthash.pSHWVmlC.dpuf
This was frightening until he explained further: I had visions of him swooping up my army men, Teddy, and Sir Gordon and his horse Bravo (not dolls, but action figures). He comforted me quickly: he had the right to my toys, but this right secured my use of them until I was a man.
How?
I was very small and my swords were all plastic, Dad would protect me to play in safety.
I was not comptent to own things, because I was not a man. Dad’s ownership, because Dad could be trusted to love me, allowed me to possess things through his citizenship.
Because Dad owned the toys, I could own the toys. Because Dad was a full citizen, when my bike was stolen he could call the policeman.
This was cheering, but Dad went further.
Strictly speaking, from the view of the King, Dad was also a child who owned nothing in his own right. King Jesus owned the entire world and all that was within it, but because King Jesus, like Dad, was loving and good, He let us use his things until we reached, in Paradise, perfect manhood and came into our inheritance.
Knowing that the King owned everything made me wonder if I could claim the cattle over on West Virginia hill one thousand, but Dad only laughed.
King Jesus could give me what I needed, but I could not take what I thought was needed anymore than Brenda from down the hill could just claim my toys. If King Jesus had allowed Miss Davis to own the land at the bottom of the driveway, then from my point of view it was her land.
Dad pointed out that people who heard God telling them to take back other people’s land were generally like children who pretended their parents wanted them to take money from their wallets: they were lying to themselves.
Later, when I was older, he discussed the evils of abortion with me in similar terms: the baby had a right to life that came from God. From the point of view of Heaven that meant, strictly speaking, that no person had rights in themselves, but this was good. If people did not give me my right to life, then people could not take it away, not even me! I did not give my life value, so even I could not decide when it was done or even who I was or what was good about me.
I was God’s kid, but God, like any good parent, gave me growing freedom as I got older.
There was no privacy, not in my deepest heart, from God, but this meant there could be privacy from people. Nobody had a right to my deepest thoughts: my secrets were my own and no government had the right to force them from me. Because God owned my soul, it was free from every man.
This gave me a great reverence, which continues to this day, for private property. When God gives a friend money, it is his, and nobody should take it from him without his consent. Taxation without representation is tyranny, but it is also impiety. It takes what God has joined together, a man and his property, and forces it asunder. The arrogance that says: “God is not telling you, the person he has made steward of this property, but me, what is best for it.” is frightening.
God calls this stealing and He takes stealing so seriously that we are not even allowed to covet in our hearts.
When King Ahab took a vineyard from a poor man, God was enraged. God had given the land to that man and no government could seize it without that man’s consent.
If a man can love his property too much, and that is a grievous sin, he can also love it too little. He can squander what God has given him, pollute his land, or take for granted his wealth. Instead, he should cherish his property with an ordinate affection knowing it is ultimately God’s, but that as he becomes ever more human, God delights in giving him ever more.
If I sell my birthright for soup, then I place too low a value on the spiritual and physical goods He has given me. My birthright is not just freedom in my soul, but freedom in my body and in my property.
We are not just given spiritual blessings anymore than we are given only a spirit. We are given bodies and we can rejoice in them.
And so today, I look at the little God has granted me, though it is much in historic context, and rejoice in it. I do not worship it, but I am glad about it and because I am a human being created in His image I can say: “This is mine.” In the order of Heaven, my laptop is His, but I am His so He can make what is His mine: a thing in His love He shares only with me!
This is most true of my body: it is mine and not yours, because I am His. Of His own, given to me, I give Him, but you can never give my own to Him without offering Cain’s envious offering.
What a joy! I know that it depends of Father, but that is even more joyous. When I tell you that this car is mine, I am pointing back to Father. When I create more wealth, using talents he has given me, then He confirms my use of that wealth joyfully. In the universe God created my abundance need not be based on “taking,” but on creation. I am not made poor when Apple is made rich, but able to own a wonderful machine!
Of course, greed, covetousness, the inordinate love of money, and selfishness mess all this up, but answer is not to attack private property anymore than the solution to my selfishness as a child was to take away my toys.
He taught me to share by education and example.
As I walk through the airport today, I rejoiced to see men and women buying and selling where they should have been buying and selling. If our Lord drove the money changers from the Temple, it was to get them to where buying and selling should be.
Thank you King Jesus for privacy, including private property.
- See more at: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/philosophicalfragments/2013/06/13/in-which-i-like-private-property/#sthash.pSHWVmlC.dpuf
My Dad once pointed at that all my toys belonged, legally, to him.
This was frightening until he explained further: I had visions of him swooping up my army men, Teddy, and Sir Gordon and his horse Bravo (not dolls, but action figures). He comforted me quickly: he had the right to my toys, but this right secured my use of them until I was a man.
How?
I was very small and my swords were all plastic, Dad would protect me to play in safety.
I was not comptent to own things, because I was not a man. Dad’s ownership, because Dad could be trusted to love me, allowed me to possess things through his citizenship.
Because Dad owned the toys, I could own the toys. Because Dad was a full citizen, when my bike was stolen he could call the policeman.
This was cheering, but Dad went further.
Strictly speaking, from the view of the King, Dad was also a child who owned nothing in his own right. King Jesus owned the entire world and all that was within it, but because King Jesus, like Dad, was loving and good, He let us use his things until we reached, in Paradise, perfect manhood and came into our inheritance.
Knowing that the King owned everything made me wonder if I could claim the cattle over on West Virginia hill one thousand, but Dad only laughed.
King Jesus could give me what I needed, but I could not take what I thought was needed anymore than Brenda from down the hill could just claim my toys. If King Jesus had allowed Miss Davis to own the land at the bottom of the driveway, then from my point of view it was her land.
Dad pointed out that people who heard God telling them to take back other people’s land were generally like children who pretended their parents wanted them to take money from their wallets: they were lying to themselves.
Later, when I was older, he discussed the evils of abortion with me in similar terms: the baby had a right to life that came from God. From the point of view of Heaven that meant, strictly speaking, that no person had rights in themselves, but this was good. If people did not give me my right to life, then people could not take it away, not even me! I did not give my life value, so even I could not decide when it was done or even who I was or what was good about me.
I was God’s kid, but God, like any good parent, gave me growing freedom as I got older.
There was no privacy, not in my deepest heart, from God, but this meant there could be privacy from people. Nobody had a right to my deepest thoughts: my secrets were my own and no government had the right to force them from me. Because God owned my soul, it was free from every man.
This gave me a great reverence, which continues to this day, for private property. When God gives a friend money, it is his, and nobody should take it from him without his consent. Taxation without representation is tyranny, but it is also impiety. It takes what God has joined together, a man and his property, and forces it asunder. The arrogance that says: “God is not telling you, the person he has made steward of this property, but me, what is best for it.” is frightening.
God calls this stealing and He takes stealing so seriously that we are not even allowed to covet in our hearts.
When King Ahab took a vineyard from a poor man, God was enraged. God had given the land to that man and no government could seize it without that man’s consent.
If a man can love his property too much, and that is a grievous sin, he can also love it too little. He can squander what God has given him, pollute his land, or take for granted his wealth. Instead, he should cherish his property with an ordinate affection knowing it is ultimately God’s, but that as he becomes ever more human, God delights in giving him ever more.
If I sell my birthright for soup, then I place too low a value on the spiritual and physical goods He has given me. My birthright is not just freedom in my soul, but freedom in my body and in my property.
We are not just given spiritual blessings anymore than we are given only a spirit. We are given bodies and we can rejoice in them.
And so today, I look at the little God has granted me, though it is much in historic context, and rejoice in it. I do not worship it, but I am glad about it and because I am a human being created in His image I can say: “This is mine.” In the order of Heaven, my laptop is His, but I am His so He can make what is His mine: a thing in His love He shares only with me!
This is most true of my body: it is mine and not yours, because I am His. Of His own, given to me, I give Him, but you can never give my own to Him without offering Cain’s envious offering.
What a joy! I know that it depends of Father, but that is even more joyous. When I tell you that this car is mine, I am pointing back to Father. When I create more wealth, using talents he has given me, then He confirms my use of that wealth joyfully. In the universe God created my abundance need not be based on “taking,” but on creation. I am not made poor when Apple is made rich, but able to own a wonderful machine!
Of course, greed, covetousness, the inordinate love of money, and selfishness mess all this up, but answer is not to attack private property anymore than the solution to my selfishness as a child was to take away my toys.
He taught me to share by education and example.
As I walk through the airport today, I rejoiced to see men and women buying and selling where they should have been buying and selling. If our Lord drove the money changers from the Temple, it was to get them to where buying and selling should be.
Thank you King Jesus for privacy, including private property.
- See more at: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/philosophicalfragments/2013/06/13/in-which-i-like-private-property/#sthash.pSHWVmlC.dpuf
This was frightening until he explained further: I had visions of him swooping up my army men, Teddy, and Sir Gordon and his horse Bravo (not dolls, but action figures). He comforted me quickly: he had the right to my toys, but this right secured my use of them until I was a man.
How?
I was very small and my swords were all plastic, Dad would protect me to play in safety.
I was not comptent to own things, because I was not a man. Dad’s ownership, because Dad could be trusted to love me, allowed me to possess things through his citizenship.
Because Dad owned the toys, I could own the toys. Because Dad was a full citizen, when my bike was stolen he could call the policeman.
This was cheering, but Dad went further.
Strictly speaking, from the view of the King, Dad was also a child who owned nothing in his own right. King Jesus owned the entire world and all that was within it, but because King Jesus, like Dad, was loving and good, He let us use his things until we reached, in Paradise, perfect manhood and came into our inheritance.
Knowing that the King owned everything made me wonder if I could claim the cattle over on West Virginia hill one thousand, but Dad only laughed.
King Jesus could give me what I needed, but I could not take what I thought was needed anymore than Brenda from down the hill could just claim my toys. If King Jesus had allowed Miss Davis to own the land at the bottom of the driveway, then from my point of view it was her land.
Dad pointed out that people who heard God telling them to take back other people’s land were generally like children who pretended their parents wanted them to take money from their wallets: they were lying to themselves.
Later, when I was older, he discussed the evils of abortion with me in similar terms: the baby had a right to life that came from God. From the point of view of Heaven that meant, strictly speaking, that no person had rights in themselves, but this was good. If people did not give me my right to life, then people could not take it away, not even me! I did not give my life value, so even I could not decide when it was done or even who I was or what was good about me.
I was God’s kid, but God, like any good parent, gave me growing freedom as I got older.
There was no privacy, not in my deepest heart, from God, but this meant there could be privacy from people. Nobody had a right to my deepest thoughts: my secrets were my own and no government had the right to force them from me. Because God owned my soul, it was free from every man.
This gave me a great reverence, which continues to this day, for private property. When God gives a friend money, it is his, and nobody should take it from him without his consent. Taxation without representation is tyranny, but it is also impiety. It takes what God has joined together, a man and his property, and forces it asunder. The arrogance that says: “God is not telling you, the person he has made steward of this property, but me, what is best for it.” is frightening.
God calls this stealing and He takes stealing so seriously that we are not even allowed to covet in our hearts.
When King Ahab took a vineyard from a poor man, God was enraged. God had given the land to that man and no government could seize it without that man’s consent.
If a man can love his property too much, and that is a grievous sin, he can also love it too little. He can squander what God has given him, pollute his land, or take for granted his wealth. Instead, he should cherish his property with an ordinate affection knowing it is ultimately God’s, but that as he becomes ever more human, God delights in giving him ever more.
If I sell my birthright for soup, then I place too low a value on the spiritual and physical goods He has given me. My birthright is not just freedom in my soul, but freedom in my body and in my property.
We are not just given spiritual blessings anymore than we are given only a spirit. We are given bodies and we can rejoice in them.
And so today, I look at the little God has granted me, though it is much in historic context, and rejoice in it. I do not worship it, but I am glad about it and because I am a human being created in His image I can say: “This is mine.” In the order of Heaven, my laptop is His, but I am His so He can make what is His mine: a thing in His love He shares only with me!
This is most true of my body: it is mine and not yours, because I am His. Of His own, given to me, I give Him, but you can never give my own to Him without offering Cain’s envious offering.
What a joy! I know that it depends of Father, but that is even more joyous. When I tell you that this car is mine, I am pointing back to Father. When I create more wealth, using talents he has given me, then He confirms my use of that wealth joyfully. In the universe God created my abundance need not be based on “taking,” but on creation. I am not made poor when Apple is made rich, but able to own a wonderful machine!
Of course, greed, covetousness, the inordinate love of money, and selfishness mess all this up, but answer is not to attack private property anymore than the solution to my selfishness as a child was to take away my toys.
He taught me to share by education and example.
As I walk through the airport today, I rejoiced to see men and women buying and selling where they should have been buying and selling. If our Lord drove the money changers from the Temple, it was to get them to where buying and selling should be.
Thank you King Jesus for privacy, including private property.
- See more at: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/philosophicalfragments/2013/06/13/in-which-i-like-private-property/#sthash.pSHWVmlC.dpuf
My Dad once pointed at that all my toys belonged, legally, to him.
This was frightening until he explained further: I had visions of him swooping up my army men, Teddy, and Sir Gordon and his horse Bravo (not dolls, but action figures). He comforted me quickly: he had the right to my toys, but this right secured my use of them until I was a man.
How?
I was very small and my swords were all plastic, Dad would protect me to play in safety.
I was not comptent to own things, because I was not a man. Dad’s ownership, because Dad could be trusted to love me, allowed me to possess things through his citizenship.
Because Dad owned the toys, I could own the toys. Because Dad was a full citizen, when my bike was stolen he could call the policeman.
This was cheering, but Dad went further.
Strictly speaking, from the view of the King, Dad was also a child who owned nothing in his own right. King Jesus owned the entire world and all that was within it, but because King Jesus, like Dad, was loving and good, He let us use his things until we reached, in Paradise, perfect manhood and came into our inheritance.
Knowing that the King owned everything made me wonder if I could claim the cattle over on West Virginia hill one thousand, but Dad only laughed.
King Jesus could give me what I needed, but I could not take what I thought was needed anymore than Brenda from down the hill could just claim my toys. If King Jesus had allowed Miss Davis to own the land at the bottom of the driveway, then from my point of view it was her land.
Dad pointed out that people who heard God telling them to take back other people’s land were generally like children who pretended their parents wanted them to take money from their wallets: they were lying to themselves.
Later, when I was older, he discussed the evils of abortion with me in similar terms: the baby had a right to life that came from God. From the point of view of Heaven that meant, strictly speaking, that no person had rights in themselves, but this was good. If people did not give me my right to life, then people could not take it away, not even me! I did not give my life value, so even I could not decide when it was done or even who I was or what was good about me.
I was God’s kid, but God, like any good parent, gave me growing freedom as I got older.
There was no privacy, not in my deepest heart, from God, but this meant there could be privacy from people. Nobody had a right to my deepest thoughts: my secrets were my own and no government had the right to force them from me. Because God owned my soul, it was free from every man.
This gave me a great reverence, which continues to this day, for private property. When God gives a friend money, it is his, and nobody should take it from him without his consent. Taxation without representation is tyranny, but it is also impiety. It takes what God has joined together, a man and his property, and forces it asunder. The arrogance that says: “God is not telling you, the person he has made steward of this property, but me, what is best for it.” is frightening.
God calls this stealing and He takes stealing so seriously that we are not even allowed to covet in our hearts.
When King Ahab took a vineyard from a poor man, God was enraged. God had given the land to that man and no government could seize it without that man’s consent.
If a man can love his property too much, and that is a grievous sin, he can also love it too little. He can squander what God has given him, pollute his land, or take for granted his wealth. Instead, he should cherish his property with an ordinate affection knowing it is ultimately God’s, but that as he becomes ever more human, God delights in giving him ever more.
If I sell my birthright for soup, then I place too low a value on the spiritual and physical goods He has given me. My birthright is not just freedom in my soul, but freedom in my body and in my property.
We are not just given spiritual blessings anymore than we are given only a spirit. We are given bodies and we can rejoice in them.
And so today, I look at the little God has granted me, though it is much in historic context, and rejoice in it. I do not worship it, but I am glad about it and because I am a human being created in His image I can say: “This is mine.” In the order of Heaven, my laptop is His, but I am His so He can make what is His mine: a thing in His love He shares only with me!
This is most true of my body: it is mine and not yours, because I am His. Of His own, given to me, I give Him, but you can never give my own to Him without offering Cain’s envious offering.
What a joy! I know that it depends of Father, but that is even more joyous. When I tell you that this car is mine, I am pointing back to Father. When I create more wealth, using talents he has given me, then He confirms my use of that wealth joyfully. In the universe God created my abundance need not be based on “taking,” but on creation. I am not made poor when Apple is made rich, but able to own a wonderful machine!
Of course, greed, covetousness, the inordinate love of money, and selfishness mess all this up, but answer is not to attack private property anymore than the solution to my selfishness as a child was to take away my toys.
He taught me to share by education and example.
As I walk through the airport today, I rejoiced to see men and women buying and selling where they should have been buying and selling. If our Lord drove the money changers from the Temple, it was to get them to where buying and selling should be.
Thank you King Jesus for privacy, including private property.
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This was frightening until he explained further: I had visions of him swooping up my army men, Teddy, and Sir Gordon and his horse Bravo (not dolls, but action figures). He comforted me quickly: he had the right to my toys, but this right secured my use of them until I was a man.
How?
I was very small and my swords were all plastic, Dad would protect me to play in safety.
I was not comptent to own things, because I was not a man. Dad’s ownership, because Dad could be trusted to love me, allowed me to possess things through his citizenship.
Because Dad owned the toys, I could own the toys. Because Dad was a full citizen, when my bike was stolen he could call the policeman.
This was cheering, but Dad went further.
Strictly speaking, from the view of the King, Dad was also a child who owned nothing in his own right. King Jesus owned the entire world and all that was within it, but because King Jesus, like Dad, was loving and good, He let us use his things until we reached, in Paradise, perfect manhood and came into our inheritance.
Knowing that the King owned everything made me wonder if I could claim the cattle over on West Virginia hill one thousand, but Dad only laughed.
King Jesus could give me what I needed, but I could not take what I thought was needed anymore than Brenda from down the hill could just claim my toys. If King Jesus had allowed Miss Davis to own the land at the bottom of the driveway, then from my point of view it was her land.
Dad pointed out that people who heard God telling them to take back other people’s land were generally like children who pretended their parents wanted them to take money from their wallets: they were lying to themselves.
Later, when I was older, he discussed the evils of abortion with me in similar terms: the baby had a right to life that came from God. From the point of view of Heaven that meant, strictly speaking, that no person had rights in themselves, but this was good. If people did not give me my right to life, then people could not take it away, not even me! I did not give my life value, so even I could not decide when it was done or even who I was or what was good about me.
I was God’s kid, but God, like any good parent, gave me growing freedom as I got older.
There was no privacy, not in my deepest heart, from God, but this meant there could be privacy from people. Nobody had a right to my deepest thoughts: my secrets were my own and no government had the right to force them from me. Because God owned my soul, it was free from every man.
This gave me a great reverence, which continues to this day, for private property. When God gives a friend money, it is his, and nobody should take it from him without his consent. Taxation without representation is tyranny, but it is also impiety. It takes what God has joined together, a man and his property, and forces it asunder. The arrogance that says: “God is not telling you, the person he has made steward of this property, but me, what is best for it.” is frightening.
God calls this stealing and He takes stealing so seriously that we are not even allowed to covet in our hearts.
When King Ahab took a vineyard from a poor man, God was enraged. God had given the land to that man and no government could seize it without that man’s consent.
If a man can love his property too much, and that is a grievous sin, he can also love it too little. He can squander what God has given him, pollute his land, or take for granted his wealth. Instead, he should cherish his property with an ordinate affection knowing it is ultimately God’s, but that as he becomes ever more human, God delights in giving him ever more.
If I sell my birthright for soup, then I place too low a value on the spiritual and physical goods He has given me. My birthright is not just freedom in my soul, but freedom in my body and in my property.
We are not just given spiritual blessings anymore than we are given only a spirit. We are given bodies and we can rejoice in them.
And so today, I look at the little God has granted me, though it is much in historic context, and rejoice in it. I do not worship it, but I am glad about it and because I am a human being created in His image I can say: “This is mine.” In the order of Heaven, my laptop is His, but I am His so He can make what is His mine: a thing in His love He shares only with me!
This is most true of my body: it is mine and not yours, because I am His. Of His own, given to me, I give Him, but you can never give my own to Him without offering Cain’s envious offering.
What a joy! I know that it depends of Father, but that is even more joyous. When I tell you that this car is mine, I am pointing back to Father. When I create more wealth, using talents he has given me, then He confirms my use of that wealth joyfully. In the universe God created my abundance need not be based on “taking,” but on creation. I am not made poor when Apple is made rich, but able to own a wonderful machine!
Of course, greed, covetousness, the inordinate love of money, and selfishness mess all this up, but answer is not to attack private property anymore than the solution to my selfishness as a child was to take away my toys.
He taught me to share by education and example.
As I walk through the airport today, I rejoiced to see men and women buying and selling where they should have been buying and selling. If our Lord drove the money changers from the Temple, it was to get them to where buying and selling should be.
Thank you King Jesus for privacy, including private property.
- See more at: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/philosophicalfragments/2013/06/13/in-which-i-like-private-property/#sthash.pSHWVmlC.dpuf
