“History became legend, legend became myth, and for two-and-a-half thousand years, the Ring passed out of all knowledge.
Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new bearer. The ring came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains. And there, it consumed him.
The ring brought to Gollum unnatural long life. For five hundred years, it poisoned his mind. And in the gloom of Gollum’s cave, it waited.
Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of a nameless fear. And the Ring of power perceived:
Its time had now come.
It abandoned Gollum…”
My precious, yes, MY precious; I have something, ok multiple things, within me that are “precious”. I crave them, long for them, and yearn for them. With all my heart I seek them believing they will fulfill me, save me, vindicate me, and validate me. When I have them, I hold them tightly and look for more.
Like Gollum, my precious has the power to consume me and when the time is right, it (they) will abandon me, leaving me to writhe in indescribable agony.
You know what is possibly most frustrating about my Precious? It isn’t a bad, evil, or ungodly thing. Neither is it good, though. Whether it is good or evil depends on one thing and one thing only: my worship. My precious makes for a great idol and my heart easily becomes its holy shrine. What do I worship? That is the question I must answer.
Is it my…
Jesus said, “…I came that they might have life, and have it abundantly” (John 10:10). My precious promises just such an abundant life but its end can only be death (Proverbs 14:12 and 16:25). It is as I submit those things in my heart (those deeply personal things) to Christ that I will find the abundance of life I long for.
Daily I must ask myself, “Do I trust Jesus? Do I truly trust His love for me, His provision for me, and His sovereign ability to accomplish what He promises to me?” What it boils down to is this: Is Jesus more precious to me than my Precious? Is Jesus my Precious?
Will we trust our lives to Jesus or will we, like Isildur say, “I shall risk no hurt to the Ring. It is precious to me, though I buy it with a great pain.”
Dear Jesus be my Precious…