Attachment; what a funny thing.
When I was about 10 years old I remember playing in the field next to the old KBBI radio station with my brothers. (Off of Main St.) We were shooting an old bow we had found at the dump with an arrow we had purchased. It was a long bow and man did it shoot far! My brother let loose an arcing shot across the grass and I went running to retrieve it. As I was running I remember a glint of light catching my eye on the ground. I stopped and turned around and found there in the grass a shiny Swiss Army knife. But not just any Swiss Army Knife, a Giant Red Swiss Army knife with 28 different blade attachments. TWENTY EIGHT!!! I know because I counted them many times.
Later that summer my family moved overseas and the only item I remember bringing with me was my incredible Swiss Army knife. There was however a slight problem I was encountering, I tended to wield my blades with a little carelessness. From gashing pillows to waving it at my brothers, my knife was proving to be a weapon beyond my maturity to wield.
My father in his great wisdom perceiving this problem had an idea. Rather than taking my knife, he asked me if I would consider giving my knife to Lucio. Lucio was a christian man from the mountains who worked with missionaries to help bring the gospel to his native village. Lucio was also very poor.
Of course I would give it to him. I knew it was the right thing to do. About a week later Lucio was at our house. I sat in my room rolling my Red 28 blade Swiss Army through my hand, looking it over one last time. I got up from my room walked out to where Lucio was and said "Do you want my knife?" Lucio said no, but I insisted and said "You can have it." He didn't immediately extend his hand so I set it down next to him and walked back to my room. Once in my room, I laid down and cried. I felt sick.
Attachment; what a funny thing.
In memory of my Swiss Army Knife, I pray my attachment to Jesus grows to such depth.
Aaron
