Jon's great finds
The other day we took a dear friend to lunch and not just any lunch. It was at a swanky restaurant. Jon had gotten gift cards for this place at his retirement party. It used to be a bank and has been made into quite a place. It features Italian food and great service.
After lunch we returned home and our friend moseyed on her way. Shortly after her departure, we got a call from her. She was just a few blocks from our house and some lady was putting the best stuff out in the street for free! So Jon hurried down, taking the car to haul his stash home. And boy did he get good stuff and even made another trip for more things she put out.
So what did he get?
Two Adirondack chairs in need of only a coat of paint.
Several large clay pots waiting to hold new Spring plants
Three different lanterns that need some minor repairs
A huge green plant, not sure of it's botanical name, that needed TLC
A small glass table that needs to be cleaned up and the base painted
Garden pole with a place to perch a pot on the top
A large and I mean large, bird house that is shaped like an out house complete with crescent moon. It will merely require a new paint job.
She also had a nice fountain but it was cement and too heavy to move ,let alone carry.
Why was the lady getting rid of them? She was being transferred to New York City as of Monday the 18th and had no time for a garage sale. Her loss was our gain.
Jon loves to get a good bargain and this was the best kind- no money involved.
God, on the other hand, always pays for his ‘bargains’. We were not worth much, face it. We sported damaged souls, cracked identity, peeling integrity and were in need of a total makeover. Many of us felt that we were like Jon’s finds, tossed by the side of the road, unwanted by anyone. We felt rejected and often had rejected ourselves.
Why would God bother with us? Love, pure and simple.
The price? His life for ours. Jesus didn’t want to go to heaven without us so , as Max Lucado says, he went to hell for us.
And what makeovers he is capable of.
We are a new creation when we allow him to take us home.
But God risked our rejection. We can choose to just lay in the street, unwanted and unclaimed. But who would want to?
After lunch we returned home and our friend moseyed on her way. Shortly after her departure, we got a call from her. She was just a few blocks from our house and some lady was putting the best stuff out in the street for free! So Jon hurried down, taking the car to haul his stash home. And boy did he get good stuff and even made another trip for more things she put out.
So what did he get?
Two Adirondack chairs in need of only a coat of paint.
Several large clay pots waiting to hold new Spring plants
Three different lanterns that need some minor repairs
A huge green plant, not sure of it's botanical name, that needed TLC
A small glass table that needs to be cleaned up and the base painted
Garden pole with a place to perch a pot on the top
A large and I mean large, bird house that is shaped like an out house complete with crescent moon. It will merely require a new paint job.
She also had a nice fountain but it was cement and too heavy to move ,let alone carry.
Why was the lady getting rid of them? She was being transferred to New York City as of Monday the 18th and had no time for a garage sale. Her loss was our gain.
Jon loves to get a good bargain and this was the best kind- no money involved.
God, on the other hand, always pays for his ‘bargains’. We were not worth much, face it. We sported damaged souls, cracked identity, peeling integrity and were in need of a total makeover. Many of us felt that we were like Jon’s finds, tossed by the side of the road, unwanted by anyone. We felt rejected and often had rejected ourselves.
Why would God bother with us? Love, pure and simple.
The price? His life for ours. Jesus didn’t want to go to heaven without us so , as Max Lucado says, he went to hell for us.
And what makeovers he is capable of.
We are a new creation when we allow him to take us home.
But God risked our rejection. We can choose to just lay in the street, unwanted and unclaimed. But who would want to?
posted by Mother Mary @ 11:28 AM
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