A Treasure Hunt with God

treasure-chestDear Reader:

Isn’t it strange how sometimes we can deliberate over a single word when other times we race through them without much thought? The word I deliberated over is in the title of the blog…. the preposition-with. Should my title be: “A Treasure Hunt with God” or “A Treasure Hunt for God?”

I finally settled on with because we humans do nothing without God… (consciously or unconsciouly) by our side. Even in our quest to “find” God in our own personal lives….our Creator, like a hidden treasure, remains within us (where He has always been) throughout the search. Our success depends on realizing this important concept. We don’t have to search outwardly…just inwardly.

Aesop wrote a wonderful fable that complements this direction of thought. The name of the fable is:

“The Husbandman and His Sons”  (Husbandman is a medieval term for a farmer)

A certain husbandman, lying at the point of death, called his sons around him, and gave into their charge his fields and vineyards, telling them that a treasure lay hidden somewhere in them, within a foot from the ground.

His sons thought he spoke of money which he had hidden, and after he was buried they dug most industriously all over the estate, but found nothing. The soil being so well loosened, however, the succeeding crops were of unequaled richness. The sons then discovered what their Father had in view in telling them to dig for hidden treasure.


Isn’t this so true in life…the treasure we seek is always right under our feet? I am sure that if you asked any resident in a place like Union Beach, NJ if their attitude on the search for bigger and better treasures stopped the night of Superstorm Sandy… they would all say “yes.”  While before Sandy, like many of us, they dreamed of adding on or selling and buying a bigger house, getting a better job…they now would leap at the opportunity to have their old home back just the way it was along with their old job…the treasures they forgot to “treasure” in the routine of daily life.


I found a clever game titled “Treasure Hunt” that a Sunday School teacher created to add a little fun and excitement to the weekly lessons. Her lesson that Sunday was “God’s Word” and this is what she did.

She told the class what the topic (“God’s Word”) was for that day and then told them they were going on a treasure hunt to find the clues she had hidden pertaining to the lesson. She had hidden ten pictures that related to it. On the count of three, they were off and running. 

 After all the pictures (she had cut them out of magazines and run off from the internet) had been gathered, she distributed them so each student held (at least) one. She then led the discussion on how each picture told them something about God’s Word. At the end of the lesson she summed it up by saying: “The greatest treasure hunt of all is putting God Word into our hearts.”


Sunday, during our own discussion of God’s Word, we examined one of last week’s daily devotionals (Jesus Calling) which read:

Seek My Face more and more. You are really just beginning your journey of intimacy with Me. It is not an easy road, but it is a delightful and privileged way: a treasure hunt. I am the Treasure, and the Glory of My Presence glistens and shimmers along the way. Hardships are part of the journey too. I mete them out ever so carefully, in just the right dosage, with a tenderness that you can hardly imagine. Do not recoil from afflictions, since they are among my most favored gifts…treasures upon later reflection. Trust Me and don’t be afraid, for I am your Strength and Song.


About a week ago while surfing channels I came across a Canadian based television series called “Being Erica.” It was just a clip from the series but enough to make me realize something important. (Apparently it was being used as a reference for people struggling with “lost” opportunities.)

In the scene Erica has returned to her therapist for support after losing her job and feeling completely downcast. She is led outside to an old brick wall where the outline of a door has been chalked off for her. She then is asked to push the door open.

walldoor1Erica thinks this is ludricuous…after all it is a brick wall. Her therapist encourages her by quoting Ralph Waldo Emerson: “Every wall is a door.” Feeling perfectly stupid…she pushes the “door”… and not only does it open…but it reveals more hidden passageways within… leading to even more doors. Each, of course, with the potential of guiding her to new opportunities.


So until tomorrow…Isn’t this what God promises us…if we have trust in Him..the greatest Treasure of all? The secret treasures we so seek in life are all around us…if we have faith in replacing our limited human eyesight with spiritual faith in God’s Eyesight. 

* And speaking of a hidden treasure….some of the talented craftswomen of our church have started a new project….a Plarn mat….it consists of plastic bags to keep out the dampness or water and then yarn that is croqueted for comfort on top. To a homeless person this would indeed be a treasure! Kathy Worthington found this website and if you  type in the words you can find others sites if interested.

IMG_1331*Mike Burrell’s mom, Winnie, is quite talented making these mats for those less fortunate. It really takes some strength to pull the yarn through the plastic lining…but what a wonderful gift for someone without a place to put their head.

 “163 Tales left to Tell




163 Tales left to Tell”

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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