How much do I own? How much am I worth? These are questions that continually knock at the door of human consciousness. And they frequently knock so hard as to disturb and upset one's mental equilibrium. Like Banquo's ghost, these interrogations, in many instances, will not be downed; and why? Because they seem to involve so many things which mortal man holds dear and deems vital, so many things which he is afraid will be interfered with and denied him. Thus the situation often resolves itself into a sort of haunting specter in common experience.
How much do I own? In its highest, best sense, should this question be answered in terms of material riches and worldly goods? Should it be disposed of merely on the basis of gold and silver, stocks and bonds, houses and lands? No. Rather should it be answered not by the head, as it were, but by the heart; not by cold, calculating figures and estimates, but by firm, deep-seated understanding of spiritual facts. Rather should it be disposed of not by outward means and methods, but by that inward impulse, that soul-felt conviction, which dips far below the surface of visible things and finds the basis or spiritual cause.
How much do I own? How much of that which is inherently good and lasting and sure do I possess? How much of that which is unfailing, untainted, and uncompromising do I rely upon? In short, how much of that which is really substantial and dependable do I call mine and make use of in every activity?
