A year ago, Joyce and I drove past the big, old boarding house in San Jose, California, where first I and then with Joyce lived in 1972. If it weren’t that we were so poor, we wouldn’t have lived in such a lousy place. I cleaned its bathrooms, floor and yard to pay less rent.
Sam, a state university violin student, lived with us. He liked to shop for bargains at San Jose’sSaturday flee market, where people brought items to sell for a little money. One Sunday afternoon I found Sam slumped on the edge of his bed, newspaper in hand. I wondered what news could be so bad and I hadn’t heard.
He told how he’d found a dirty, old violin obviously lacquered several times and dirty from much handling. The price was so cheap he looked closer and recognized the name inside and thought it was a common forgery trick. It looked like it might have been dropped. He couldn’t hear its sound for cracks because its strings were broken, so he walked away.
Later that day an expert recognized it as made by a great Italian violin maker 200 years earlier and recently stolen. It was back then valued at $16,000, now many times that. The 10% insurance reward money alone would have paid a year’s college tuition for Sam.
Like Sam and the violin, you may not yet know your great worth in Jesus. For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us (Romans 8:18):)