Friday, February 20, 2009

Bought With A Price

(This is another re-run, but if you started reading this blog after July of 2008, it will be new to you).

My husband’s grandmother, Mema, has filled several china cabinets with antique glassware. One cabinet in particular contains milk glass, which was very popular in the 1950’s and 60’s. Some of Mema’s collection always belonged to her, while other pieces she acquired at various sales. Some of the bowls, pitchers, and creamers in Mema’s cabinet are valued at more than $250.00, yet she never paid that amount of money for any of them. In fact, she bought several items for a few dollars each at local yard sales.

Whenever we visit Mema, she delights in showing me her newest treasure. It reminds me of the PBS program Antique Road Show where people wait for an expert to assess the value of their secret treasures. I once watched a lady nearly faint when a little glass egg she purchased for 50 cents was appraised at $2,000. I couldn’t help but think about the person who unknowingly exchanged a precious heirloom for pocket change.

Just as we don’t always know the value of material items, we don’t always grasp the value of our fellow man/woman. Several years ago, I volunteered at a local children’s hospital and spent time playing with and holding children who were victims of their own parents and guardians…the tiny baby addicted to crack; the little boy with two broken arms, and a 13-yr-old girl who attempted to end her life because she could no longer tolerate living with abusive parents, were children who my mind will never erase.

It is not only children who are abused and discarded. Broken hearts and lives take residence in every city, small town and village in every part of our world. Were you ever one of them? Have you ever walked around feeling as though you had a sticker on your back that read, “Free, just pick it up and take it away?” I have.

Rejection is everywhere. It lurks on the playgrounds, bus stops, school cafeterias, college campuses, workplaces, nursing homes, and churches. Sometimes the rejection is blatant and mean spirited dealt with a cruel remark or disapproving glare. And other times it is unintentional. Regardless the circumstance, it hurts.

But just as there are experts who, because of years of study and experience, are able to assign value to antiques, there is one expert who knows our worth. He has studied the human race from the moment Adam sat up and brushed off some of the very dust that was used to create him. Our expert knows every inch of us because He is also our creator. And the sign He puts on our back does not list a price, instead it boldly states “sold.”

We have been bought with a price that included two wooden beams, large nails, a crown of thorns and the blood of the mighty Lamb of God who was rejected by the ones He came to save. Anyone who tries to convince you that your value is lesser than priceless just doesn’t know what he’s looking at.

Christ is the living Stone. People did not accept him. But God chose him. God places the highest value on him. You also are like living stones. As you come to him you are being built into a house for worship. There you will be holy priests. You will offer spiritual sacrifices. God will accept them because of what Jesus Christ has done. (1 Peter 2:4-5 New International Reader’s Version)




15 comments:

Lora said...

This was beautifully written...thank you.
By the way, visit me...you got an award!

kevin said...

"Just as we don’t always know the value of material items, we don’t always grasp the value of our fellow man/woman. ". I like it.We can’t recognize the real value, so always missing out,
...so nice of you.

Liz said...

Wonderfully written!

Mary Moss said...

This is stunning. What a beautiful job you did with this post! Glad I got to read the "re-run"

I hope you are compiling your writings for publication. You have a genuine gift.

Angie said...

Re-runs are always good. This was like a pot of soup--the next day...even better!
Your words of wisdom and encouragement is just what we needed to get on with Friday and plunge into the weekend!

Have a great one!

Denise said...

Very, very lovely.

Jenn said...

This was amazing! Thank you for sharing your heart. It always touches my heart when I read your writings.

photomama said...

What a well written post. I would never have thought it through that way but I love the analogy.

Colored With Memories said...

such a great post...love the way you tied it all together...you grabbed me at the beginning since i inherited my gma's collection of pink depression glass...

i am glad you reposted it!

Michelle Sybert said...

wow, I am speechless...that was just what God wanted me to read today.

Tales From the Eurovan said...

I liked the part about our sign saying "sold". So true and so beautifully written.
Take care,
Julie

Mocha with Linda said...

Beautiful!

Keri Wyatt Kent said...

Angela, really great post, and great reminder. Thanks!

Julie said...

I loved this friend....

I just got home a few days ago from going through my grandmother's house to clean it up and discard things...alongside my mother.

This post really is visual to me as I see the treasures that we discovered amidst the clutter.

Yes, I have been that broken woman... but praise be to the One on High... He has always known my value...

Hope you are doing well!
Hugs!

Irritable Mother said...

So worth running again, Angela!!!
I am currently hosting some thoughts in my head about our "worth" to use in a skit. I appreciated your insights.
As always, you're a blessing. *grin*

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