Dave found himself wandering through...
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Dave found himself wandering through a maze of tables and stacks and racks piled high with things marked for sale overflowing a big two-car garage. He was amazed at the number of 500-piece jigsaw puzzles someone had tired of, the shelves lined with popular paperback books, and the abundance of clothes that somehow didn't fit the wearer, his taste, or his lifestyle anymore. The what-nots and knickknacks didn't interest him, so he turned to go. And the act of turning brought his eye onto exactly what he was looking for. He waved to the woman running the garage sale. "How much for this beautiful painting and the gorgeous antique frame it's in?" She flopped a hand in his direction. "Just what the tag says, mister. Fifty cents. I'd almost pay you to take it away." Dave was aghast. "But there's much more work and material in it than that. It's black velvet, and look at the color and brush strokes of the painting!" The lady frowned. "You really like it, don't you? Well, I'll give it to you. Take it. It's yours." A wave of peace passed over Dave as he stepped onto the sunny driveway with his treasure. He sighed. Obviously the lady had learned nothing from the painting. Dave knew the Christ pictured on it was used to such rejection. Thrown away by men, he was claimed by God. Dave had the same feeling himself. -- Mosley
