“Rust never sleeps“. Did this phrase originate with Canadian folk warbler, Neil Young, or has it been around for hundreds of centuries? Answer: unknown. What does it mean? Does it mean that stuff that bugs you never seems to go away? Like that kid next door who always blows dandelion seeds into your yard? Or like eyeball floaters which pop up in your vision at inopportune times? You might be zooming along a Montana highway at 80 mph and you glance in the rear view mirror when a floater pops up and sez, “Hey, Gomer!”. Instead of seeing a floater, your brain sees a man in the backseat with a chisel. That can lead to unsafe driving. Or does the phrase pertain to being vulnerable to the corrosive effects of aging and obsolescence? You sit, you get chubby. You retire, you sit. Then you get chubby. The Purging Lutheran thinks you know what I’m talking about.
Rust is what happens when iron and the moisture in air get together. It’s like a mixed-marriage between an ELCA Lutheran and an LCMS Lutheran – nothing good can come of it. Iron thinks it’s tough. Make a nail of it and it’ll hold two boards together for a very long time. Make it into a staple and two pieces of paper are joined at their upper left corners for a very long time. Make it into one of the double-stemmed nails you see above used to keep yard cover in its place and, boy-oh-boy fella! you’ve got problems. Well, don’t blame iron too much. God made it that way for a reason even if we don’t understand it. It could be for no more cause than to keep the tetanus immunization business afloat.
A Life of God-Worship
“Don’t hoard treasure down here where it gets eaten by moths and corroded by rust or—worse!—stolen by burglars. Stockpile treasure in heaven, where it’s safe from moth and rust and burglars. It’s obvious, isn’t it? The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being.