RURAL BRYANT, SD, PRESENTS:
CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM PLAIN VIEW FARM
Did Denver the dog go along? Yes, I think I hear him barking at a rabbit or a pheasant!
Well, the field had never been plowed before and was part of the grassy Prairie that covered these grassy, northeast hills of the Dakotas.
He must have wondered, "What was a cup doing out here in the wide, open country?" More surprising to him, it held coins, some of them silver! He was holding someone's bank account!
But whose? Bands of Lakota Indians who for ages had hunted buffalo for their living had camped on this piece of ground for a long time in the past.
Now it was his land, and so the little treasure fell to him.
Would they ever return for the cup?
Not likely. The cup was probably forgotten. The owner who knew the whereabouts may have died years before Alfred found it.
If only cups could tell stories instead of just hold water, coffee, or orange juice! What would THIS old cup say?
Why was it buried? Who buried it? How was the money earned? Where did the money come from? Was it payment for a lot of pelts or buffalo hides?
We'll probably never know. The cup isn't telling its secrets! Whoever put the money there had passed on, perhaps forever, but the money remained--a Mystery in a cup.
Do you know something you can't explain? There are lots of things that we can't understand, aren't there?
But we know we can trust God, who loves us, and our parents and grandparents, who love us dearly too. We know them, and so they aren't mysteries that come and go without any reason that we can tell.
Mysteries can be good, and some can be not so good. But even the good mysteries aren't as good as a real Mom and Dad, a real Grandma and Grandpa, and a real Lord Jesus who love us each and all. Right?
Our parents and loved ones and true friends are our real treasure, and we don't have to keep them a secret like someone did with the old treasure cup!