"Stay away from that rusty can!" Thus spoke the husband to his wife who was poking at what appeared to be an old soup can. Thankfully she persisted and turned up a hoard of gold coins worth a cool $10,000,000:00.
It is now being called the "Saddle Ridge Hoard", named after the place on this couple's property in California, a scant twenty miles from where the great gold rush of 1849 took place.
The coins, 1,427 of them, date from the years 1847 to 1894, are in mint condition and have been described by a local collector as the ultimate "Pot of gold at the end of the rainbow"
Yet we must wonder about the person who, a hundred years ago, buried his life savings at the foot of an old oak tree and never went back for them.
Was he overtaken by some calamity that prevented him retrieving his fortune? We will never know. One thing is sure, he made the wrong choice when he buried his fortune in soup cans by that oak tree.
Jesus said: "Lay up treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not corrupt, neither thieves break in and steal. For where your treasure is there your heart will be also."
If we take this thought to heart and employ our time, talent and treasure to the highest good on earth, there will be no regret when we stand before the Rainbow Throne of God in Heaven.
Jubilate.
Ian
My grandson, Eli, is now eleven years old and has progressed from "Why?", "When?' and "Where?" to "Who?" and "How does it work?"
He tuned into a debate on evolution last week and was able to follow with keen attention the contrasting arguments of "Creationism" and "Gradualism by natural selection."
What was of great interest to Eli was the case of the angler fish.
I have enclosed a picture of the little beauty.
The discrepancy that Eli pointed out, was to do with the rod and the worm on the fish's nose. Just how did that fish survive while it was growing a worm on the end of the rod? Basically it would be fishing without bait for a million or so years until the worm evolved.
Well, if an eleven year old can ask questions like that, why can't a seventy year old biology professor?
I guess the answer to that question is not about the worm on the end of a fish's nose but about the brain in a man's head!
Jubilate.
Ian
