There is a little market in a forest that we love – plenty of good stuff to eat, things for little people to do but being an outdoor market in a forest it has to element of danger that I have always enjoyed – will a baboon try to steal your breakfast?
At the market on Saturday there were two male baboons tag teaming each other, running in and out of the market while being chased my ‘Baboon monitors’ and their paint ball guns. They really gave the monitors a good run around. It seems they didn’t get anyone’s breakfast this time, although they made off with a couple of gluten free cupcakes and sat on a cake, much to Jenny’s delight.
However Jenny’s delight soon turned to possible horror – a nice lady came around all the tables to tell us if the baboons approach the children the should just drop their food. She assured us the baboons won’t hurt them, they just want food. Well Jenny was just horrified. She was only part of the way though her sausage on a stick and did not want to share her breakfast with a baboon. After a minor panic the sausage was safely stored in Jenny’s tummy and no baboon’s tried to share our breakfast after all.
It always amazes me how tightly we hold to stuff – it’s my sausage, not the baboon’s. Stuff, possessions, belongings are not bad things in themselves, but holding on to them too tightly can cause us harm (or bring us face to face with a baboon!)
Mark 10: 21 Jesus looked at him and loved him. “One thing you lack,” he said. “Go, sell everything you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.” 22 At this the man’s face fell. He went away sad, because he had great wealth. 23 Jesus looked around and said to his disciples, “How hard it is for the rich to enter the kingdom of God!” 24 The disciples were amazed at his words. But Jesus said again, “Children, how hard it is to enter the kingdom of God! 25 It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.”
Sometimes our holding onto stuff, our love of stuff, gets in the way of our love of God. We are so focused on protecting what is OURS that we get ourselves into trouble. The stuff is not bad, it is our clinging to it that is.
So as I examine my life and MY stuff I ask myself what am I holding on to tightly? Can I drop my breakfast when faced with a baboon?