
Naomi and I just took our children up to Barkerville to visit the site of the historic Cariboo gold rush. Barkerville gets its name from gold miner Billy Barker who struck gold there in 1862 and history records that his claim produced over 1100 kgs of gold! It was results like that which drew people from far and wide to the piece of land now known as Barkerville. They came from overseas, down south, back east and up north. Gold miners, doctors, barbers and saloon keeps all came with one thing in mind, to cash in on the gold. The promise of what could be exerted an irresistible magnetic pull on them that caused them to leave behind what they knew and embrace the unknown. They sacrificed, gave up personal comforts and toiled alongside others that they would normally never associate with, all for a treasure that regardless of size was temporary and finite.
I couldn't help but be challenged by the history of this town and the men and women who occupied it for a time. As a believer in Jesus Christ there is a far greater promise held out to me than any gold mine will ever produce. I have the unfathomable privilege of knowing Jesus as my personal Lord and Saviour and daily experiencing His immeasurable love in my life. Yet I must ask myself, does the pace of my pursuit match the promise held out to me? For temporal nuggets of gold men moved with surety and speed not wanting to miss out on a single flake that might be found.
I left Barkerville with a full stomach from the chicken & dumplings I'd eaten at 'Wake up Jake's' and a full heart determined to increase the pace of my pursuit so that I might lay hold of the infinite, eternal promise found in the person of Jesus Christ.

