To Most Men, in a sense, their wallet is the essence of what makes them who they are. If they lose their wallets, they feel as if they have lost a portion of their very souls, for within the leather encasing of a wallet lays a man’s finances, identity, and pictures of those who mean the most to him. For him to lose that would be seemingly catastrophic within the parameters of his own consciousness. So, for a brief moment, allow us to unfasten the safety belts of our own feeble rationality, and freely peer off beyond this dimension into the realm of the Spirit in hopes of tapping into the very heart of God.
The more I meditate on this spark of truth, the more I begin to think of us all as little wallets that carry the very image of God!
For example, just as we place our finances, identities, and personal still-framed photos within the compartments of a wallet, God placed his very image, complete with abilities, emotions, and morality within the makeup of Every single-solitary human being and what do we do with it? We all flee and hide within the caves of our own sorrowful iniquity, hiding from the Everlasting Clutches of our Master. The first “Wallet” so to speak that removed himself from the pocket of God’s grace was Adam who, realizing the error of his sinful ways, hid himself from the face of the Sovereign Lord God. Shockingly, just like a man in search of His precious wallet, God ventured out to the spot where he last remembered leaving his precious investment asking the all too familiar question, “Adam (Wallet), where are you, my dear and precious possession. I’ve placed so much of myself within you, and I cannot find you. Where are you?”
I believe that, since the time of Adam, God has searched for many a wallet and continues, to this day, to do so. My challenge to you, brothers and sisters, before you get into a tizzy searching for the meaningless possessions found within your wallets and purses made of leather, it would do you well to consider where are the Wallet’s of our Father?
We search after wallets made of cowhide whereas the Wallet of God has been constructed by the fingertips of Glory Divine and encased with treasures that cannot be bought, traded, and reduplicated. It would do us all well to ask this daunting question, “Is my father’s “Wallet (me)” firmly implanted within the clutches of His Eternal Grip? If not, we have to ask the sorrowful follow-up question; Where did you go?