Years ago a seminary professor wove a gripping modern version of Jesus’ parable of the treasure found hidden in a field. In his version, a metal-detecting hobbyist from the big city stops at what appears to be an old ball field in the foothills. When his metal detector screeches over a large object in the ground, he digs to discover a very large buried trunk. After an hour of working dirt away from the lid, what he sees when he opens it takes his breath away. In my seminary professor’s version, the city-slicker covers it quickly with his mind racing how he can make the field and the treasure his own. Scanning, he sees a wisp of smoke coming from an old cabin on the hill above him, and with pounding heart approaches the door and knocks. When a white-haired mountain man opens the door, he and the treasure-finder have a discussion about the little abandoned ball field down near the road.