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TITLE: Purchase of God | Previous Challenge Entry
By Kristi Sands
03/07/07
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Summer whispers my name, though it lies beneath a foot of snow. I have ached for its arrival, picturing family barbeques, iced lemonade, and lounging in lawn chairs. And with the onset of summer comes the awakening of another season as well – garage sale season. I know individuals who are eagerly anticipating its arrival. They are avid garage-salers and have a weekly routine of circling ads, forming maps, and scheduling stops. Everyone knows that to garage sale right, you must have a plan. You must go early. You must be quick. You must be confident.

My cousin is one such shopper. She arrives on the scene, browses the tables, and bargains with the sellers. Yes, bargains. Instead of accepting the ticket price, she’ll offer less money for more items. And often it works. It’s quite entertaining to watch.

But last year, as I stood back taking in this unique scene, my mind wandered. A new scene unfolded. A man walked up the driveway. His face washed with tenderness and a tinge of mystery. His eyes scanned the items on the tables – some beautiful that offered many more days of usefulness, some rundown and clearly ready to be discarded. I was one of the latter, sitting sheepishly on the table as an item up for sale. The man approached me, and His eyes lingered, staring intently into mine. He asked the seller how much he wanted for me, and when the seller responded, He said with certainty, “I’ll give you more.” He didn’t bargain down; he bargained up. He wasn’t a typical garage sale shopper, hoping to find nice things at dirt cheap prices. He sought out the broken things and then, thrilled with His choices, He offered the seller more. He declared the item valuable.

Jesus at a garage sale – it’s a weird thought, I know. But it keeps reoccurring in my mind. I heard the old, familiar hymn “Blessed Assurance” this morning and one particular phrase stuck out to me… “purchase of God.” Purchase. He bought me. The cost was death, and He chose it. And even more than dying, He had to bear the weight of my sin on his shoulders – the punishment, the pain, the piercings, the purchase. He didn’t bargain. He didn’t offer less. He didn’t buy me with a fickle heart like I so often do at stores. I take something home, try it on, investigate it from every angle, and when it doesn’t measure up, I quickly return it in hopes of getting my money back. Not so with Christ. There is no exchange policy. The purchase was final. I am His. I am a purchase of God.

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