Theology in the Trenches

Date-Night-Out turned sour
Kathleen Kjolhaug
Friday, April 19, 2019
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Religion Columnist

“How about we head into town and do a little grocery shopping?”

It was all fine by me, but earlier because of the frigid temps my husband and I had agreed to put any travel on hold. Now, he seemed quite adamant to head on up the road some forty miles. Apparently, another stop or two along the way was needed and thus, the venture out would be worth it.

Off we went. As we stepped out the door of the first retailer, he mentioned something that caught me off guard.

“How about we go to the Dollar Store and see if we can save a little money on groceries?”

As he appeared to be quite enthralled with the idea, I was hard pressed to deny him access to such an experience of which he apparently had never seen the likes of.

After making our way into the store and placing a few items into our cart, we could only hope the products would prove to be half ways decent. I was already grieving the likes of the familiar products I was used to. Replacing them with the unrecognizable labels felt awkward.

By the time we’d finished up, he appeared quite satisfied with the twenty bucks forked over for the assortment of items we carried out.

Once home, a place for each was found and we commenced to trying them out the very next day. Unbeknownst to me, he had purchased one glass jar of large sliced sandwich style dill pickles. At least that is what it said on the glass jar. Green they were. Mouth watering they looked, and when I saw him licking his lips, I just had to ask.

“So, how are they?”

“Not very good,” he responded without hesitation.

“Really? Let me try one.” And just as quickly I countered, “What is in these? Just water?”

As I headed straight for that jar of pickles sitting upon our countertop, I inspected the ingredients within. He, on the other hand, seemed more intent on conducting his own experiment of sorts. Soon, before I could even look in his direction, I heard him mutter to no one in particular, “Even the dog doesn’t like them.”

He managed one final comment before sauntering off, “You get what you pay for!”

Doesn’t that just tell all! And aren’t you glad that He knew the ingredients within each of us, yet still chose to purchase us? He’s the Dollar General as far as I’m concerned. Yep, the real deal He is, and here’s the deal. He’s all ours because we are all His.

“Christ bought us with His blood and made us free from the Law” (Gal. 3:13). That way, the General guarantees the Law cannot punish us. Verse 14 goes on to say, “Because of the price Christ Jesus paid, the good things that came to Abraham might come to the people who are not Jews. And by putting our trust in Christ, we receive the Holy Spirit He has promised.”

Nothing sour about that deal! Amen.

( Kathleen Kjolhaug is a religion columnist.)