Thursday, September 15, 2011

Metamorphosis

Can something old be made new again?



The morning had been long and the sweaty auctioneer struggled to sell all his merchandise before the few remaining people left at the auction site packed their cars and left.


A box of miscellaneous items sat on the table. No one would bid. The auctioneer added another box. No bids. He added another box, one that I had peeked in and saw some patchwork. I bid $1. No one else bid, so I loaded the three boxes in my car, filling the back for $1.


I unloaded the boxes in the garage and started going through them, my favorite part of auctions, searching for treasure that someone packed away with a lifetime. The contents included old bedspreads and polyester clothing which were immediately transferred to the garbage can nearby. One box had some board games, dog-eared books with the covers missing, empty cassette tape containers. One box had a ragged crib quilt.


The little quilt was ragged around the edges, loved to death by a child long ago. A big grease stain covered one side. The small fabric pieces had been intricately hand- stitched, and I could see a grandmother sitting, patiently stitching, thinking about a little one that would arrive soon.


I couldn't throw it away.



The quilt was soaked and cleaned and dried in the sun. With a pattern, some thread, stuffing, and a little time, the quilt was transformed, made into something new, and saved for another child to enjoy.




Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.2 Corinthians 5:17