Savior For Sale?

                                                                                    Savior for sale!

Clearing out space!

All offers considered!

May purchase with:
Empty promises
Worthless gold
False teachings
Will consider trade!


Christian was furious.

     He'd never seen anything so . . . irreverent. So . . . dishonoring. So stupid. How could anyone put a price on Christ? Any price, he wondered as he read the flyer again. But there it was.
     Savior for sale.
     If he knew who'd put this trash out, he'd give them a piece of his mind.
     His agitated reflections were interrupted when a clean cut, important looking gentleman in a business suit stepped up next to him, peering at the flyer in his hands.
     "What do you make of that?" asked Well Dressed.
     "Disgusting," Christian answered scornfully.
     "Oh really? Why's that?"
     "Christ isn't for sale! He can't be bought or sold for any price!"
     Christian turned to face the newcomer, and saw him reach into his pocket. His hand emerged, fanning a roll of one hundred dollar bills.
     "Oh really?" asked Well Dressed. "I've got a thousand bucks that says differently. All you have to do is take it. Admit that this Jesus you pretend to fawn over is nothing but a bedtime story for children, and it's yours."
     Christian backed away, hands held in front of him.
     "No. Never!"
     "Really? Never?" Well Dressed asked with nasty grin, reaching into his pocket again. "How about for twice that? Or maybe ten times?"
     Christian gaped at the wad of money held out to him. He knew he should turn and run, flee this evil, but . . . He had bills. His wife wanted a new car. His kids needed new shoes. He wanted . . .
     No! He couldn't! It was wrong! Tearing his eyes from the ever-growing fan of green, he turned and ran.
     Well Dressed's voice followed him as he fled, "You'll be back! One way or another, you'll be back."

Would he sell Christ?
     The world said everything was for sale. How much was Christ worth?  Christian told himself that he'd never sell out Christ, no matter the offer. Then he remembered the ten bucks in his wallet he'd gotten in err from the cashier at the convenience store when he'd bought a soda. She thought he'd given her a twenty, but it was only a ten. He'd realized her error later when he found the extra tenspot in his pocket. He meant to take it back,  but . . .
       Then there was that job. The one that involved some shady business deals. The thought of taking it made him uncomfortable, but the money! He could finally give his family the life they deserved. Not to mention buying those golf clubs he'd been eying. He knew in his heart the job was dishonest, but . . .
     That settled it. He was taking the wrong change back. And he wouldn't accept the job offer. The money wasn't that important. He knew the more he made, the more he'd spend anyway. He wouldn't sell Christ! Not for a thousand dollars, ten thousand, or even a million. And certainly not for ten bucks!
     At peace, he strolled down the street towards the store, humming the tune to the new song he'd heard on the radio. He couldn't remember the artist, or all the words, but the tune was catchy. Soon, the whole affair was just a blur. One more day in the life of Christian.


Follow me in the life of Christian, an every-day guy in an every-day world, facing the same problems as you and I.