I like going to yard sales and second-hand stores. Sometimes I find cool old things for not much. And I always get ideas for crafts and projects.
I know it’s silly, but part of me hopes for that once-in-a-lifetime find in all the clutter. A letter signed by Lincoln, tucked away in an old book. An unknown Van Gogh for next to nothing.
I would love to have that moment. The thrill of discovering the difference between what something seems to be and what it really is. And still being able to get it, without having to pay what it’s really worth.
Which is the point of Sunday’s Gospel.
It’s all about that moment. Except the difference between what it seems to be and what it really is? It’s more than we can imagine.