The False Treasure Chest
Reckless Rambles
By: Chase L. Currie
“Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.”
― G.K. Chesterton
So, my dear friend, there is no way for me not to write to you on
this matter and keep my faith at the door. Although, if I’m telling you the
truth, my faith, the belief in the Lord, and His Word is never left at the
door. All my arguments and ideas are rooted in my faith, I simply leave it up
to you to name them in that meaner, but they all wrapped up in my faith as a
Christian. I hope you will not bear me any ill will. I pray you read my words
to the end, and rather you agree with my faith or not, you can still pull some
advice from my words.
I fear I
might even say wisdom. I do not sit well with the word ‘wisdom’ coming from my lips or the idea of
me showing you any kind of wisdom. I am not your teacher, I am your friend, and
we are merely having an in-depth conversation.
At this
moment, as I write to you, there is an un-open bottle of sweet wine in my
kitchen. It was a gift given to me on my birthday. I do not feel as it is the
right thing to open it when there is no one to share it with over dinner. I
want to drink it, you see. I would love to find out if the wine is as sweet as
I hope it is, but I have to keep the longing to taste it at bay.
Every time I
walk into my kitchen, I look at the bottle. It is an amazingly crafted bottle
with a picture of mundane life on it, and the bottle itself looks as if to be
made from stone, but it is not. It is from the Middle East, where I am not
sure. I could go find out, but I fear, I would not finish this and end up
drinking it if I left my desk.
But when I
stand in my kitchen, I wondered what it would taste like? There is a fight
within me not to open it and drink just a cup.
The fight is
not a great one; in fact, it is a dull one to tell you the truth. All I do is
look at the bottle, wonder, shrug, and go back to my books. I know, however,
there is a dragon that loves alcohol swimming in my blood. This dragon green
with envy at all the drunks wishing to be with them, and he is very tiny in my
heart. He covenants the love of the drink like all dragons worship the
brightness of gold. He wants it. He almost needs it.
I haven’t
slain this dragon; there is no need to bring the sword to bear on its neck. It
is not big enough to be deadly to me, but what this little green devil does is
remind me daily not to feed it. I do not wish to battle this dragon in my life.
I have so many others to circle in combat within my heart.
This little
green guy had me thinking the other day as I stared at the bottle of wine. In
the old stories, the hero goes off to slay the dragon. It is a good story and
one we should teach, but why does the hero do this? Is it because a dragon must
be slain? Is it the nature of the hero?
I guess, yes
to both of those questions.
The hero
kills the dragon and gains the treasure; then he goes back home. A poor fairy
tale would leave you there, but in truth, the treasure is almost, if not more
so, as deadly as the fire breathing dragon. Beowulf becomes King after killing
the monster and his mother, only to do the same thing the monster did in the
end, covenanted his power. Lancelot rushes off to find the Holy Grail but
betrays Arthur by loving Guinevere, which we should have known after all
Lancelot is the first person to utter her name. Thorin Oakenshield from The
Hobbit kills the dragon but loses his mind to dragon sickness, the love of
gold.
Those true
legends or myths teach us a lesson we tend to leave at the entrance of the
cave. We may have killed one dragon, but we have given birth to another one.
The monster of a false treasure chest is far deadlier than the monster with
claws and fire.
Or, as I was
sitting there thinking about the matter, we overcome one sin only to find
another one. I sighed deeply when this idea came over me. I was almost saddened
to the point of pouring me a cup of wine to drown it. I have been wrestling
with some of my dragons as of late, never seeing able to slay them. Sins I wish
no longer to feed, but for my failures, I keep giving in to them far more than
I would like.
I keep
praying to slay the dragon, to stop these sins, but in truth, it is a weak
pray. The devil, you know, kind of pray. I
want to stop it, true, but I know when I do, the monster behind it might be
worse. So, it is better to have this dragon than another one. At least, I know
how to wrestle this sin.
Too bad I’m
not like Jacob …
Or maybe I am. I know this sin is wrong,
and yet, I am still giving into it. The Lord calls us to stop sinning and turn
to Him. Now, God knows we are foul people who will find a way to sin anyway,
and we will sin every day of our lives. It is our nature to do so, but we
should turn to Him when we do sin. To ask Him forgiveness, along with asking
Him to help overcome this sin.
Here I am
wrestling with the Lord on the matter of my sin. He has told me what to do, and
I, the childish man I am, am not happy with it.
Ah, I scream out at Him; it is a small sin; it is only
hurting me and no one else. It makes me happy on those low days, and I have
been having quite a few of those as of late. It feels good, and the world,
everyone around me tells me it is not wrong. After all, this sin is a part of
our nature. Why give it up for something worse?
I can almost see Him standing in the
cave dress in all the glory of His armor, shaking His head at me. He is
watching me battle this dragon waiting for me to turn to Him. But fear of the
unknown has poisoned me, and I see foolishness in letting go of the sin I know
for the one I do not know.
“The Lord is near to all who call on
Him, to all who call on Him in truth (145:18),” so says the poet of Psalms. I
had almost missed the point as I reached by the bottle of wine. I was about to
feed my little green dragon, but I stopped himself looking back at the Lord. He
smiled at me, waiting for me to see the point.
Here it is my friend; it is not about
defeating the dragon or stopping the sin. Yes, you should try to do those
things. It is essential to remove unhealthy subjects out of your life, friends,
lovers, and sins. Not for your happiness but for your health, and not for
health but your relationship with the Lord. We should try not to feed our
dragons, allowing them to grow until we have to slay them, or they swallow us
whole.
But the point is to turn to the Lord and
ask Him for help. You must ask Him to help you in this battle with the dragon,
no matter if you fail or not because the greatest failure is thinking you can
do it alone. He will come to us every single time we ask, and He will wait for
you at the door. He has already said so in Jeremiah 29:13, “You will seek me
and find me when you seek me with all your heart.”
I may slay the dragon I am facing now. I
may not, I’m not sure, but what I do know is no matter how many times I fail,
the Lord will help me back to my feet. He will be with me along the wicked path
of life, trying to pull me ever closer to Him. He will be my sword and my
shield if I allow Him to do so.
It is I who have to follow close to Him.
It is I who have to stay on the right path, but far too often out of my childish
ways, I wandered into the dark to fight dragons because I want to be the hero.
(I will write another letter to you about what I mean on the matter of wanting
to be the hero, but if I do so now, then we will be there all day.) Only to be
wounded and broken, calling for the Lord to rescue me. He will not fail to do
so every time I cry for Him. He will always come running, but I have to call
for Him.
How unfair, I can hear you saying. If
the Lord knows I need help, then why not – what? Force the help onto me? Have
you ever tried to help someone who does not want it? I have, and it ended very
badly. The same can be said to the Lord. He could make me right, whole, and
force me to love Him and stay on the right path, but that would take away so
much of my love for Him. I would no longer be able to come to Him out of love
freely.
You could put a gun to my head and force
me to write this letter to you, but we both know this letter would be weak,
dull, and at worse, pointless if you used the gun. By allowing me to sit down
with my pen to write to you with passion, I hope my words dip with love.
Someone could force someone else to love
them, but we would call that wrong and rightfully so. Love by its nature must
be freely given. The Lord is merely waiting for us to call upon Him. He is
already at the door, we just have to open it, and we have to keep it open for
Him. Love might have been freely given, but it also means you have to work at
it, like any relationship.
The dragons are going to come. They
might even be more enraged when they see you or I are with the Lord. I
genuinely do believe sin becomes harder to avoid the more you become closer to
the Lord. For many reasons, I would say, but the few I can put forth here will
be the fact our nature as sinners do not go away, we still want to sin. I sat
want the drink even though I know it is wrong of me to do so. I can now see the wrongness of actions clearly,
but that does not take away the fact I want to do them. My mother may say I can
only have one cookie, but the dragon in me longs for more and giving into the
dragon, as I’m sure you know, is quite fun. It
is why we hold people of faith to such a high bar of morality, but it doesn’t
make it any easier to reach the bar.
Because we are foul creatures, we will
fail in trying to be perfectly good. Or we will fail in trying to slay the
dragon alone. We need help. We need more than ourselves to be able to defeat
the dragon. And maybe, we don’t defeat those dragons. Perhaps, we become
wounded fighting them; either way, the Lord will come to help us.
I’m sure you might ask yourself how does
someone like me, who doesn’t believe in God, take anything from all my words on
the Lord. Well, first, I hope you do find the Lord one day, and then my words
will carry with them even more weight. But if that day never comes, then I hope
you see that whatever dragons you are facing, you can’t do so alone. I hope and
pray you reach out to someone to help you in those battles. Most of all, I hope
you do not keep feeding those dragons, and if you do, if you fail somedays to
stop them, forgiveness is still there for you.
With a tip
of the hat,
Chase
P.S. After re-reading and editing this letter, I have
noticed something else. The treasure is a blessing given to us by the Lord, but
that blessing has pulled the heroes from Him. God, I believe, will never allow
you to keep any blessing He gives you if it pulls you from Him. I do wish to
elaborate more on this topic, but that will be a future letter down the road.