"Preach the gospel at all times, if necessary use words." - St. Francis of Assisi

Sunday, July 10, 2011

What's Wrong With My Junk?

There is an old saying that “one person’s junk is another one’s treasure.” After a recent yard sale and seeing what people were buying from my household rejects, I can see that this must be a true statement. I mean, these were the things from the back of closet shelves, tops of cabinets and shelves, old dirty and worn tools and yard machines, coffee mugs and shot glasses from every casino and tacky tourist town in the country and linen patterns that went out of style in the early 1970s when I was in college. People bought food processors without any blades and tacky silk flower arrangements that should have been thrown away as soon as they were made. They were lining up to buy this stuff…. and actually paying me money. It still astounds me.
Seven hours later, the dregs of the junk were left. The clutter that even the most ardent and die-hard yard sale customer would not buy…not for a dollar…. or marked down to fifty cents…. not when moved to the quarter table…. and they even received a grimace when I offered them for free. As I loaded the trunk of my car with these items to take to a local charitable outlet, I thought over the day and the items that sold and those that did not. Obviously, in this case my junk was also someone else’s junk, too.
There are days that I wake up and realize that I don’t spring out of bed as quickly as I did ten years ago. If I were to spring like that now, my knees and hips would rebel and I would end up in some pretzel-ized position on the floor that would be difficult to explain to the EMT staff when they arrived. I find myself making the “grandfather sounds” when I try to stand up from the sofa or recliner. You know, that kind of groaning “Oy” sound that involuntarily comes from deep within. The aging process is beginning to take it’s ugly toll on me and I am beginning to feel a little junkish myself at times.
Being a single guy is cool when you are in your twenties and even thirties. You can still stay up until the wee hours, maintain brain functions and be productive the next day. You can still get by with driving the cool cars without being accused of having a mid-life crisis. Then come the forties and fifties and suddenly the single guys are often discussed over the Sunday dinner table like we are afflicted with some dreadful condition. Like the dregs of society that no one has wanted; the things left on the quarter table after a yard sale; the unspoken questions of “what do you think is wrong with him?” “Do you think he snorts when he laughs or something?” “Poor guy.” And then the dreaded comment from anyone southern…”Bless his heart.”
Where I am heading with all this is the point that in God’s eyes there are no dregs or leftover junk. It doesn’t matter whether we are skinny or overweight, tall or short, married or single. He doesn’t care about our ethnic background, rich or poor, balding or like Rapunzel in the tower. We are all equal in God’s creation and even though we may disappoint Him when we do not live as He asks, that does not change His love toward us.
So, take joy in your diversity and your eccentricities. You are part of God’s world and he will never love you any less. That’s why God never has a yard sale; He loves everything He has. And for that, I am eternally grateful.
And for today my friends, this has been the gospel according to Jimmy.


At 11:16 PM, Blogger Nicole said...

You have a really great insight about life. Personally I love finding those random yard sales or antique stores and seeing what treasures lie may there. My weakness is buttons. I love finding bags or jars of buttons... each one with their own story before I got them. That's kind of how I see it. A button may fall off a shirt and think it's junk, but God has so much more in store for it than that! Even when we think we're junk or not as good as we used to be, God knows the great plans He has for us if we just have faith in Him.

I have a blog about my daily journey with God also... it's lifelightup.blogspot.com. if you have time to check it would I would love to read any comments you may have :)

At 1:32 PM, Blogger scatterbrained said...

What a hoot!!! This hit home as my friends and I love to garage sales.

You truly have a gift with words.


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