Scouring flea markets, out-of-the-way antique shops, garage sales, and Craigslist for old pieces of furniture, or treasures as my daughters and I call them, has been a hobby of mine since I was a teenager and bought my first piece, an old washstand for $20. A quaint piece designed for another era, it sits in our master bedroom, still useful to this day because I rescued it from a dusty old building when my mom and I were “antiquing” together one day in our hometown.
Like so many of you I love a good bargain. The washstand was a great deal, but buying it and leaving it in its broken state was not the point. Restoration was what I had in mind. I couldn’t wait to transform it from something broken, dirty, scarred and neglected into a born-again beauty. I knew a lot of time, elbow grease, and an investment in good supplies would be required. But that didn’t deter me because I glimpsed hints of what it could become. I had a vision for a restored future and that was enough. Most fulfilling over the years have been those items that my husband glanced at with a frown and exclaimed, “you paid cash money for that?” Ever practical, he had no vision for what it could become.
I have to wonder if our God feels the same toward us. He paid for us in our broken, dirty state of being. We too felt like junk, worthless, hopeless, beyond repair. But God delights in getting His hands dirty, through Jesus, in the redemptive work of souls. He sees what He intended, what can be transformed with the attention of His love. One day we will fill His mansions and bring Him great joy just like all my transformed finds fill my house, each bringing me joy as I remember how I rescued, paid for, and restored each piece to it’s intended beauty.
The more I learn of Jesus the more I shake my head in wonder at the incomprehensible depth of His being. Somehow His cleaning, sanding, and repairing work makes me more a reflection of Him.