I am seeking His kingdom

God’s Kingdom: Worth the Price

“The kingdom of heaven is like a treasure hidden in the field, which a man found and hid: and from joy over it he goes and sells all that he has, and buys that field.” Matthew 13:44 NASB

He was 18 years old and brilliant.  He went to college on a full-paid scholarship, hotly pursuing his chemistry degree on his way to medical school.  He was going to become a researcher, discover cures for diseases, and retire at the age of 40 as a multi-millionaire. He was on a path to wealth, fame and several very large houses. He had friends.  He had potential.  And he was miserable.

Why? The boy knew God wanted something different for him.  Just a few years before, in a little country church, the Holy Spirit had whispered to his heart that he was to be a missionary. And that made no sense at all.  So he ran as far and as fast as he could, grabbing for what the world told him was right.

But God pursued.  When he was 20, he drove home to his parent’s house, parked his car and walked to the dead end of the dirt road.  He laid down in the dust and stared up the stars flung across the Oklahoma heavens.  God had ordered those stars, created each of them, placed them perfectly in the vast universe. Surely, a God who displayed such precision in the galaxies could order one young man’s life. Surely that God could be trusted. The stars blurred and the tears ran into his ears.  The boy’s dog licked his face while he sobbed.

“Ok, God,” he said to the night.  “I will go be a missionary. But you have got to change my heart, because I don’t want to do it.”

He stood up, wiped the dirt off his jeans, and started down a far different road.  He changed his major, because he didn’t trust himself to get the chemistry degree and not use it. He went to seminary instead of medical school.  By the time he got there, God had indeed changed his heart.  The man had become passionate about missions.  And God met the new desires of his heart when He sent him to Africa.

His first house was a mud hut.  He drove a borrowed pick-up truck. He spent his days weeding rice fields, swinging machetes and learning a tonal language.  He lived without electricity or running water.  He lived in sweltering heat.  He lived where it just simply isn’t fun to live.

What had this man done?  He’d sold all that he had – his potential, his dreams, his major, his golden goals – to buy a field with a treasure hidden in it.  He had chosen to give it all up to fully seek God’s kingdom.

The choice was hard to make laying at the end of that road with his dog.  It was harder still to live. And, remaining true to that choice did not depend on the man’s continent of residence. So, when God led him back to the States, he continued to hotly pursue God’s kingdom first, which often brought him heartache and struggles.  Many times over the years, he’s wanted to turn back.

But he hasn’t.

Because my husband is a Kingdom seeker.  He knows that the treasure in that field is worth the price he paid for it.