EGGY WEGGY
Linda and I were babysitting our three youngest grandkids, while their parents escaped out of town. My chore was picking up the two oldest kids from school, with their three-year-old brother Olin accompanying me, who had missed his afternoon nap. (You can probably see where this is headed). All day long Olin had been toting around an unrecognizable worthless plastic item, which he dubbed “Eggy-Weggy.”
As we rode to school, a tragedy of immense proportion occurred—he dropped Eggy-Weggy. A meltdown ensued, with Olin wailing uncontrollably, “Eggy-Weggy” every two seconds. He was inconsolable. Arriving at school, his brother Liam rescued Eggy-Weggy from my truck’s floor, and peace was restored to the galaxy.
Sighing in relief, I thought, “How ridiculous! It’s a worthless piece of plastic.” His siblings chuckled at his foolish behavior, as well. Then I thought, “You two are no different. You also have your Eggy-Weggies.” Then it dawned on me. Our world is filled with Eggy-Weggies, which I cling to just as passionately as Olin.
Eggy-Weggies come in a million forms. Perhaps it’s a 1960 red-and-white Corvette convertible, just coincidentally my dream car. Or authoring a book which sells a million copies (coincidentally, another dream). Eggy-Weggies can appear as possessions, prosperity, pleasure, power, or popularity. Here’s one thing they all have in common: they don’t last. No matter how cool, how much they cost, or how much we think we can’t live without them.
Second Peter 3:10 informs us of the ultimate finality of our Eggy-Weggies. “The heavens will pass away with a roar and the elements will be destroyed with intense heat, and the earth and its works will be burned up” (NASB1995). I’m fairly certain that includes all our Eggy-Weggies. Verse eleven adds, “Since all these things are to be destroyed in this way, what sort of people ought you to be in holy conduct…”
Ponder that for a moment. Why do we expend so much effort on things that will turn to ash? Because we’ve all swallowed the lie that just one more Eggy-Weggy will complete us, rather than embracing Jesus, who truly fulfills our deepest longings.
At some point, the memory of Eggy-Weggy faded from Olin’s prefrontal cortex. His precious possession has now been laid to rest under 1,000 tons of trash in the Sonoma County landfill. I’m confident my most beloved Eggy-Weggy will suffer the same fate one day.
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Principle: Everything we cherish will one day be destroyed.
Ponder:
What “Eggy-Weggies” do I tend to cling to for fulfillment?
How can I find my fulfillment in Jesus?
Pursue: For a deeper dive, study Second Peter three.
Prayer: “Lord Jesus, you are all I need. Yet I find myself so easily pulled away by the ‘Eggy-Weggies’ of this world. Please turn my focus back to you.”
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