One man’s junk, is another’s treasure. Finding the gospel story on eBay.

One man’s junk, is another’s treasure. Finding the gospel story on eBay.

“What is your value, beloved child?”

That’s the question that Journey to Beloved asks her readers. And it’s a good one.

We’ve all wondered about our worth. If you’ve ever been spurned by a lover, despised by a friend, or abandoned by a companion, it’s only natural to wonder.
When the layoff notice comes, or the neighbor turns the other way, or your kids forget to call you on your birthday, you wonder.
When the self-religious point their fingers, when the cynic doubts your sincerity, and when the body begins to sag, you wonder.
But wonder no more.
I’ve been selling some unique things on eBay recently. Some headlights from my son’s old car. Books I haven’t read. Coins from my great uncle. A watch from somewhere.  Memorabilia that I don’t want or need. I call most of it, “junk.”   And yet, I’m always amazed at the price people will pay. Is it really worth that much?
I’m learning a principle in the auction world. The value of an item is never determined by the seller. It’s always determined by the buyer.

 If i think my red ’56 Chevy is worth $10,000, and no one is willing to pay more than $5000 — that’s what it’s worth.

So that leads us back to the original question. What are you worth? We can check our condition, compare ourselves to others of the same vintage and maybe come up with a valuation. But all we really know is Jesus gave everything for my purchase. You were paid — with the ultimate price.



As Journey to Beloved said . .. 
Photo courtesy of dirtypaper
Jesus didn’t wait for others to bid. He just clicked on the ‘Buy It Now’ button and paid the price without even looking. He didn’t shop around. He didn’t need other suggestions. He didn’t need to comparison shop. He didn’t read the condition or the fine print. He didn’t notice the crack in the foundation or the chip on the side. He didn’t care what color you were or how many others had you first. He didn’t careHe loved you so much”

As Mama always told me, “God don’t make no junk.”

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