What do you treasure?

I started reading a book just before leaving for Mexico, titled, "Revolution in World Missions" by KP Yohannan. I haven't finished it yet, but it's been an interesting and thought-provoking read. In it he quotes "Economist Robert Heilbroner [who] describes the luxuries a typical American family would have to surrender if they lived among the 1 billion hungry people in the Two-Thirds World".

As you read this I challenge you to see yourself in this position and consider what it is you truly value; what do you treasure?

"We begin by invading the house of our imaginary American family to strip it of its furniture. Everything goes: beds, chairs, tables, television sets, lamps. We will leave the family with a few old blankets, a kitchen table, a wooden chair. Along with the bureaus go the clothes. Each member of the family may keep in his wardrobe his oldest suit or dress, a shirt or blouse. We will permit a pair of shoes for the head of the family, but none for the wife or children.
We move to the kitchen. The appliances have already been taken out, so we turn to the cupboards....The box of matches may stay, a small bag of flour, some sugar and salt. A few moldy potatoes, already in the garbage can, must be rescued, for they will provide much of tonight's meal. We will leave a handful of onions and a dish of dried beans. All the rest we take away: the meat, the fresh vegetables, the canned goods, the crackers, the candy.
Now we have stripped the house: the bathroom has been dismantled, the running water shut off, the electric wires taken out. Next we take away the house. The family can move to the tool shed....Communications must go next. No more newspapers, magazines, books-not that they are missed, since we must take away our family's literacy as well. Instead, in our shantytown we will allow one radio....
Now government services must go next. No more postmen, no more firemen. There is a school, but it is three miles away and consists of two classrooms....There are, of course, no hospitals or doctors nearby. The nearest clinic is ten miles away and is tended by a midwife. It can be reached by bicycle, provided the family has a bicycle, which is unlikely....
Finally, money. We will allow our family a cash hoard of five dollars. This will prevent our breadwinner from experiencing the tragedy of an Iranian peasant who went blind because he could not raise the $3.94 which he mistakenly thought he needed to receive admission to a hospital where he could have been cured."

The spin I'm putting on this is somewhat different than the author's intention, but I couldn't help think about it as I read this quote. After all this is gone: the stuff, the trappings, the things (or people) we all feel are "needs"- after it's all gone, what do you have left? Anything?

Something to think about, isn't it?