I once worshipped worldly goods

By Aaron S. Robertson

For years, I did all in my power to prevent classic Lincoln cars I owned from rusting. Little did I know at the time that while I was fixated on preserving - and essentially what amounted to worshiping - worldly goods in a passing world, I was allowing my most valuable possession to rot out - my eternal soul. And no amount of Bondo could ever fill in those rust holes. No amount of carnauba wax could ever shine and protect my soul.