God's Treasures
When I was a kid I had a wooden box in which I stashed my "treasures." The objects placed in the box had no resale value but for some reason I liked to collect them. In the box were keys I had found, stickers with my name on them, ticket stubs to baseball games I attended, and random raffle tickets. Looking back there were a lot of strange things I collected: bones, baseball cards, rocks, and action figures. Some things I collected had a small amount of monetary value, but the majority of it could be classified "junk." Where it has gone I do not know, but I know where it belongs: in the bin! In the same way a parent raises their eyebrows at the worthless sort of stuff kids love to collect, I wonder how God loves me. I receive His love gladly but at the same time know I do not deserve it. That God would love sinners and make them His greatest treasures is beyond my comprehension. He does not merely lift us out of the gutter o...