We have been talking about having a car boot sale for years. There is a pile of stuff in the garage that has been rescued from the tip for that purpose. But it won’t be me that leads this trading venture. It fills me with negative enthusiasm.
The kids did sell their toys somewhere in Royton when they were little – and promptly went and spent the money they had made in other car boots!
It’s the recent sale in the footballing world that’s made me think about this. The now-famous transfer window closed the other day, with a lot of last minute swapping.
I wonder what it must be like for a person to be treated like a commodity. I know there are enthusiastic smiles at the obligatory photo opportunity with the shirt from the new team – but to have your valuation in the hands of agents and traders who probably do not have your ultimate best interests at heart must be soul-damaging.
And inevitably it affects the way people who look up to footballers, and celebrities with price tags, feel about their own value.
We valued Jesus as worthless, if you look at humanity’s conclusion of putting him on the cross. And it was a fair verdict – it was based on the evidence of Jesus being true to who he is – the Son of God. No transfer fee him, no one even daring to offer a ransom.
But it was a strange twist. The cross was not what it appeared – us wasting God – but God valuing humans as priceless. Providing the ransom through his sacrifice that sets us free, knowing how valued we are, pricelessly, in God’s eyes.
And the transfer window remains open, for anyone to put their trust in Jesus, and be transferred to the God Squad.