Everything is up for sale, well almost everything.
Yard sales dot the horizon in some cities. Where we are “boot sales” reign. Old, new, working, in states of disrepair lie mingled on boxes and under make-shift canopies looking for new homes. It is amazing to realize just how much of this stuff has rested for years and decades in some less-well-traveled section of the house. All ages are involved. Everyone explores making “the” purchase.
Recycle stores, vintage clothing, and used book stores continue to thrive, seemingly undaunted by the trends in our economy. One person’s junk is another’s treasure; it is as if good “stuff” never quite dies, it just keep on passing through different hands and homes. Try this now, recycle and net some cash for the same a bit later, repeat the cycle yet again. So goes the motto of those caught in the process.
People act as if things are the only thing they sell. In contrast look around in any mall or gathering place. Young people cruise along, effectively selling their souls for a piece of acceptance. Older men and women struggle to hold onto the past, selling what little is left after a period of squandering. In the pressures of trying to survive it seems that nothing is held back. Integrity can be hand for a fixed price. Long term ownership of the soul is willingly considered. Life nurturing relationships are casually bartered for a few moments of excitement and apparent pleasure.
The fact is that “valuables are safe in a wise person’s home; fools put it all out for yard sales.” (Proverbs 21.20) Yet before I cast the first shadow over another, who is the fool?
Have I sold off what is most precious?
Do I realize just how much God has place as my disposal?
Am I willing to treasure the finest and let in move me from the inside out?
Everything around me seems to be on display, for-sale. The irony is that what is most valuable is gift wrapped and waiting for you and me; fully paid.
