As I drive back and forth to the ‘day job’, I occasionally
drive past a farm where everything is out in the yard and pastures being staged
for an estate sale. Whenever I see the
rows and rows of things that once made up a home and farm, all being readied to
be sold to the highest bidder, my mind immediately goes back to my
father-in-law’s estate sale. As we
placed all his worldly possessions out in the yard, we were struck with the
idea of how much an estate sale is like a memorial.
My father in-law was a mechanic as well as a skilled machinist. For the last couple of decades of his life he
turned his talents toward collecting and restoring antique tractors. In addition to lots of machine tools, 36
tractors in various stages of restoration, and piles and piles (and piles) of
parts he also had collections of antique wrenches and toy farm equipment. Before the sale, as everything was in the
yard waiting to be sold, we could see so much of Dad in the things he once possessed. Many of his friends stopped by and had a
story about this piece or that, and how it fit into their relationship with him.
The bidding began and over a couple of days the physical
vestiges a life’s work passed into history.
It was a time of transition. Soon
the real estate was sold and the transition was complete. The old was gone and the family was left with
memories of a father and of a childhood home.
Each of the children has a few family possessions in their home and
there is stone in a cemetery that marks his final resting place.
Many years ago, another Man’s life work was exhibited in
public for all to see. The few
possessions went to those who understood Him the least. He, Himself was on display, nailed to a cross
– seemingly sold cheap to highest bidder.
Many of His friends were there, and also many enemies. Over the course of a day, friends and
enemies alike watched a man die and be buried. His friends gathered together and I can
imagine them all sharing stories about this conversation on that and how it fit
into their relationship. It was a time
of transition that most did not understand.
But then something unexpected happened. The tomb was emptied and the Man walked again
among His friends - and those who hated Him.
Over a forty day period He finished His life’s work and went away again
to be with His Father for a time. That
was nearly 2000 years ago, and it was a time of monumental transition.
As we look back now through the eyes of His written Word we
see His life’s work, set out for all see.
And as we gaze at the whole we begin to understand this man, Jesus, in a
way that one piece – one story – at a time does not allow. The accounts told in His book weave a
tapestry of love and righteousness, of majesty and humility, of power and
sacrifice. And eventually we begin to
see that He was not the one for sale – we were.
We begin to see that we were being auctioned off in a sale with only two
bidders and that His life’s work - His birth, His teaching, the Cross and the empty
tomb, His whole life, was the price of our purchase.
1 Cor. 6:19-20 (NIV)
Do you not know that your body is a temple
of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not
your own; [20] you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body.
In that time of transition everything was turned upside
down. The buyer becomes the property
being sold and the seller becomes the currency.
Instead of us buying forgiveness for one more year with the blood of
bulls and lambs and doves, we were bought with the blood of the Son of
God. And as we look at the cross, which
is now a part of history, it takes on new meaning. There we were bought and paid for at a
terrible price. By paying that price He
initiated for us a new relationship with Him.
Galatians 3:26-29(NIV)
You are all sons
of God through faith in Christ Jesus, [27] for all of you who were baptized
into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. [28] There is neither Jew nor
Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.
[29] If you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham's seed, and heirs according
to the promise.
He, in effect, made us His brothers and sisters – children
of God. And because we forget, He set forth
a memorial.
1 Cor. 11:24-25(NIV)
… and when he
had given thanks, he broke it and said, "This is my body, which is for
you; do this in remembrance of me." [25] In the same way, after supper he
took the cup, saying, "This cup is the new covenant in my blood; do this,
whenever you drink it, in remembrance of me."
One day He’ll return to gather those who belong to Him and
take us home, making what is now the new covenant old. Until then, I encourage all who believe and
call Him Lord to remember "The Sale” and the price that was paid.