According to Greek mythology, Midas was a king who
lived in Phrygia in the eighth century B.C. He was very wealthy and had more
gold than anyone in the world. He stored the yellow coins and bars in huge
vaults underneath his palace and spent many hours each day handling and
counting his treasure.
But no matter how much gold Midas collected and put
into his vaults, it was not enough. He always wanted more, and he spent much of
his time dreaming about how to obtain still more gold.
According to the legend, one day a being dressed in
white appeared to Midas and granted him a wish. The king instantly wished for
the "golden touch"—that everything he touched would turn to gold.
The next morning when Midas woke up, he found that his
plain linen bedcovers had been transformed into finely spun gold! He gasped
with astonishment and jumped out of bed. Then he touched the bedpost, and it turned to
gold. "It's true," he cried. "I have the golden touch!"
He rushed through the palace, brushing against walls
and furniture along the way, all of which turned to gold at his touch. Out in
the garden, he went from bush to bush, touching roses and other flowers,
smiling as they turned to gold.
This is the part of the legend most people remember.
Many people seem to be fascinated with the idea of being able to create gold—unlimited
wealth—at the touch of a finger. Obviously, this is what people are thinking
about when they refer to the "Midas touch."
But the Midas myth doesn't end here with everyone
living happily ever after.
If You Get What You Want, Will You Want What You Get?
Finally, tiring from the excitement of touching
various items and seeing them turn into gold, Midas sat down to read while he waited
for breakfast. But the book he picked up immediately turned to gold. Then when
he tried to eat a peach, a spoonful of porridge, and a piece of bread, they
each turned into hard golden lumps! Even the water in his cup turned to gold.
The king grew alarmed. "If even my food turns to
gold, how will I ever eat again?" he worried.
Just then, Midas' daughter, Aurelia, came into the
room. She was the only thing he had loved as much as his gold. Aurelia ran to
her father, threw her arms around him, and kissed him. Much to Midas' horror,
she grew strangely still and turned from a loving, laughing little girl into a
golden statue.
The king howled in anguish, overcome by the horror of
what was happening before his very eyes. He had gotten what be asked for, but
he suddenly realized he didn't want what he was getting.
Fortunately,
this is still not the end of the Midas myth. There is yet another part to the
story.
Rediscovering True Riches
The being dressed in white suddenly reappeared and
asked, "Well, King Midas, are you not the happiest of men?"
"Oh, no," moaned the king, "I am the
most miserable of all creatures."
"What? Did I not grant your wish for the golden
touch?"
"Yes, but it is a curse to me now," Midas
wept. "All that I truly loved is now lost to me."
"Do you mean to say that you would prefer a crust
of bread or a cup of water to the gift of the golden touch?" asked the
glowing white being.
"Oh, yes!" Midas exclaimed. "I would
give up all the gold in the world if only my daughter were restored to
me."
According to the myth, the being dressed in white told
Midas to go bathe in a certain spring of water that would wash away his golden
touch. He was also to bring back some of the water to sprinkle on his daughter
and any other objects he wished to change back to their original form.
So the legendary King Midas gladly gave up his golden
touch and rejoiced in the restoration of the simple things of life—family,
food, and natural beauty. Midas realized that these are the things that have
greater value than gold.
The truth is, we do not live in a fairy-tale world.
There is no Midas touch or magical formula for material success. But there are
opportunities for those who are willing to be diligent and faithful in the work
of their mind and hands. And there are biblical principles concerning
prosperity and blessing that God honors according to His Word.
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