Best Auction Ever

The day of the auction arrived, and I entered the overcrowded room. The stage was filled with many rare and unique items, but my large collection was the obvious jewel in the crown.

Bidders were hovering over the figurines and even trying to touch them. The director was forced to rope them off to keep the collection safe. It was going to be a good day.

Buyers took their seats as the auctioneer began speaking faster than a rattlesnake can shake its maraca (Texas lingo, y’all!). Bidding paddles rose and items were sold, but I could sense people were holding back for the figurines. And I was right!

The collection was held until the end, and the bidding was furious. The price began at $1,000. It quickly soared to $3,000! Then $7,000! It continued to climb! $10,000! $17,000! $19,000! Going once! Going twice! Going, going, going! Sold for $20,000!

I was pleased with the price even though it was undervalued! The director began to cry, and the church was instantly rich! The crowd cheered and hoisted me onto their shoulders! I became a hero and was granted sainthood by the priest for my selfless sacrifice…so I imagined.

Truth be told, the real auction was conducted through the phone. There was no crowd or fanfare. Buyers called the director, and items were sold to the highest bidder.

Days passed as I anxiously awaited the sale. The suspense grew as a week heightened my anxiety. A month nearly dragged by, and still no word. I sensed something was horribly wrong. Maybe I was scammed? I immediately called the director to ease my concerns.

I was relieved that she answered. The auction had ended weeks prior, and everything sold. The director apologized for forgetting to inform me about the sale. And yes—I was insulted. I gave more to that auction than anyone else! “So, h-how much?” I nervously asked. I expected a high price, but nothing could have prepared me for the answer.

“For you were bought at a price; therefore glorify God in your body and in your spirit, which are God’s.”

1 Corinthians 6:20