It’s yard sale time in the mountains. Every year for Maple Festival, we gather together at our tiny country church, bringing the things we can part with, donating them to our church yard sale to raise money for the good works of the Presbyterian Women in the coming year.
This year is no different. And in most ways, this sale is no different than the thousands of like kind happening all over the country. What separates a church yard sale from say your local library’s book sale is the blessing, spoken or unspoken, that accompanies it, at church ladies bag your new treasures and wish you well.
So if you, like the young woman earlier today, are carrying away your new (to you) treasure (hers was an salt and pepper shaker set in the shape of crabs), from some church sale somewhere, know that you carry another treasure with you: the blessing of strangers that all may be well with you.
And like doting grandmothers, after you are long gone, they will remember your delight and talk of it to each other, wondering how you are and if you found joy and uttering a wee prayer for you into the silence of the night.
No extra charge.