The parable of the Monopoly game
“The silver is mine and the gold is mine,” declares the Lord Almighty.” (Haggai 2:8)
The following is a story by Bob Russell:
A few years ago our family got involved in a game of Monopoly. I was on a roll. First time around I stopped on Illinois Avenue and Park Place and bought them both. Then I added Indiana Avenue and Board walk. Let anyone come down that street and I had them dead. I bought all four railroads. I had houses and hotels: I couldn’t keep from smirking. I had so much money; I had to set some on the side. Everyone else was counting their little dollar bills and I had hundreds and thousands!
Finally, about 1:00 a.m., they all went bankrupt and I won! They got up from the table with no word of congratulations and headed for bed. “Wait a minute, now!” I said. “Someone needs to put the game away.” They replied: “That’s your reward for winning. Good night!”
And there I sat, alone. All my hotels, all my deeds, all my money, and I realized, it doesn’t amount to a thing. And I had to put them back in that box. Fold it up and put it on the shelf. And I went upstairs to a cold bed. My wife did not say, “You know I’m so proud of you. You are such an impressive investor. We can never beat you. You are Mr. Monopoly.” She just gave me a perfunctory kiss and turned over.
“So don’t be impressed with those who get rich and pile up fame and fortune. They can’t take it with them; fame and fortune all get left behind. Just when they think they’ve arrived and folks praise them because they’ve made good, they enter the family burial plot where they’ll never see sunshine again. We aren’t immortal. We don’t last long. Like our dogs, we age and weaken. And die. (Psalm 49:16-20 MSG)
Taken from the book “Fearless” by Max Lucado.