Small Town Hero

Who doesn’t want money? We all need it. I planned to receive a beautiful payday by selling my collectables. The buyers were beginning to line up. A deal was struck and nearly completed—until the Lord intervened by turning my attention towards a church auction.

A small voice whispered to my spirit. “Give your collection to the church.” I sneered and responded. “An auction, huh? Yeah, right, it’s too much money to lose. Besides, I’m already ridding myself of all my figurines. That’s the price.”

Days passed while I struggled against the Lord’s will. “Could I volunteer in the auction instead?” I asked, but that wasn’t good enough. “What if I only gave a few of my best collectables?” He wanted more. “I’ll give half of my collection away and sell the rest!” No, He wanted everything.

I finally came to a sudden realization after fighting a losing battle against the Lord. There is no sacrifice if I receive any financial gain from my collection. Hence, there would be no obedience, and I might never receive my healing from anxiety and fear.

I grabbed the closest pen and signed my ENTIRE collection away. No, it wasn’t easy. Yes, it was very painful. I was killing a part of myself that needed to die—my flesh. I slowly dusted each figurine once more, packaged them, and placed the boxes at the altar in the sanctuary.

I explained the value of every item to the director, but there was a disconnect. She didn’t believe me! I wasn’t concerned, because I knew the bidders would certainly understand the value. Besides, she would be crying on my shoulder once these items sold.

I took comfort that I would be a local hero for my selfless deeds, and the church would be rich very soon. My only request was that she inform me when the items sell. She agreed. I grinned, shook her hand, and left with a great anticipation over the upcoming auction.

“For surely there is a hereafter, and your hope will not be cut off.”

Proverbs 23:18