Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.” Romans 10:13
There it was…green gold. Well, it isn’t news to hardly anyone but inflation is here and it is quite healthy. I don’t go to the store, especially the grocery store, too often. I suppose that helps feed (no pun intended) the sticker shock when I do. I’ve lived way long enough to enjoy telling my grandchildren and those significantly younger than me about “the good old days.” And if inflation is good for nothing else, it sure gives me more fodder for my “good old days” stories.
My wife Judy and I are both from the south and like many Southerners, we are fans of things southern, especially food. Enter, stage right, watermelon. Both of us are big fans of watermelon but my wife is president of the watermelon fan club. The only thing I have never understood is her need to baptize her watermelon with salt. It just doesn’t make sense. Well, starting about this time of the year, it is not uncommon for her to go to the store and come home with a watermelon. And then it happened.
She indeed got to the store, not looking for a watermelon but since the produce department is at the entrance, she wandered through. And, there they sat…watermelons. The store had a whole big bin of them…there for the taking. And then she saw the price. These small, round watermelons, from Mexico mind you, were there for the taking for…wait for it…just about ten dollars each. What? You’re kidding, right? Nope. And just in case you don’t live in a watermelon world, a year ago a high price would have been less than half that.
She sent a picture of the bin of green gold to the family group text, and we all groaned and moaned. Later that night she also shared that four, count them, four ears of sweet corn were over four dollars…more than a dollar an ear. And the hard news is if Judy loves watermelon…she craves sweet corn. What in the world is going on? And I thought people hoarding toilet tissue was weird.
You see, when I was a kid, watermelons had seeds and were the shape and size of the Goodyear blimp. These monsters often weighed twenty or more pounds, were always sweet as honey and cost fifty cents. Slowly, over time, they shrank and a really sweet one is like finding a needle in a haystack. Corn, not too terribly long ago would set you back a couple of dollars for a dozen—not two ears. What in the world is going on?
Well, they say it is all about supply chain issues, the price of fuel, the state of world politics and Bigfoot. Well, no one has mentioned Bigfoot yet, but I’m sure it figures in there somewhere. Prices are in such a flux that sticker shock and the potential for higher prices tomorrow dominate too much of our time and energy. If only there was something that hasn’t gone up. There is.
I am glad to report that God has not raised His prices. He still offers eternal life to anyone who believes for the grand total of…zero. How is that possible? When He came up with the plan to let us become part of His family, He paid the entire bill—and what a bill it was. It involved His Son being nailed to a cross and dying for the sins of the whole, entire, world. Every man, woman or child who believes and asks receives a clean bill (no pun intended) of spiritual health. Every sin, no matter what, is forgiven. It has been that way since the first Christmas and Easter, and it will stay that way. He is not going to raise the rate.
You won’t find a better deal no matter how far and wide you look. Someone said heaven isn’t about doing…it is about done. It is not about keeping a bunch of rules…it is about a relationship with the One who made us all. So, if you are shopping for some hope, if you are in the market for a new beginning, you need to start right there. I bought in (no pun intended) a long time ago and it was the best decision of my life, and it will be the best decision of your life too. Paul, the guy who wrote a chunk of the New Testament, wrote that anyone, a.n.y.o.n.e., who asks will be forgiven. What a deal.
Well, I’m not sure what is going to happen with me and Judy and our watermelon habit. I’m not sure what she will do about sweet corn gold either, but I do know this. No matter what, my Father, the One who creates watermelons and sweet corn, has it covered. He’s got this. Bro. Dewayne