Stuck With Pesos

I went on a whirlwind trip to Haiti this past week. We stayed in the Dominican Republic and went on two forays into Haiti. I exchanged some money in the Dominican since we came back there at night. I used some of it but not all. I arrived home last night with one Dominican bill in my pocket. I can't use it here. I wish I had given it to someone...anyone. It reminded me that I am only traveling through this world. I will not be here forever. That much I know. Some day I will leave and it will be sad if I feel the same way about my money as I feel right now about the pesos. The old saying is that you can't take it with you. I wonder if God will let us take it with us just so we can see how foolish it was not to give more. I will stand with stacks of bills around me that mean absolutely nothing in heaven. The angels will look with curiosity at the bills and wonder what the big deal was. It will be like someone looking at my peso. Actually it is 500 pesos. In the Dominican it would have made someone's day but here it means nothing. I realize we must all live on something and it is more complicated since we don't know when we are going to leave this world. We can ballpark it though. I guess I am just reminding everyone that we are all gathering pesos of one kind or another. Jesus does give us some hope. He seems to say we can exchange our currency into the treasure of the kingdom. We only do that by giving it away before we leave. It is God's currency exchange program. The amount I am willing to give away is a concrete expression of faith. Do I really believe I am going to die and go to heaven some day? Do I really believe Jesus meant what he said about storing up treasure in heaven? Arriving at my house and pulling a 500 peso bill out of my pocket reminded me that the wrong kind of money here is worthless. For some reason that increased my faith. I enjoyed giving today at church more that usual. I hope you did too.