You would think paying $10 for a model that retails for $170 would make my day. What if I told you that I could have picked up two more for a total retail value of just over $570…for less than $35–including tax? What if I told you that two of those models were found in the toy aisle at a local thrift store and that the kids had already found one and proceeded to play with it as though it were a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle rescue vehicle?
How many of these are now finding a wall at the hands of children who have no clue what they have, given them by parents who just wanted them to shut up so they can shop?
How did they get there except at the hands of a family palming off Pop’s estate of “toy junk”, not knowing they had a sizable chunk of money to get, if they simply had the patience to look them up on eBay and sell them there?
How about a Christian thrift store ministry that had no clue they had a treasure trove of dollars waiting for their work, if they’d only draw from knowledgeable brethren an idea of how to maximize this endowment?
In my line of work I walk among millions in wasted dollars every day. Being in debt up to my eyeballs in incidentals makes this a soul crushing venture. The mental exercise of “What I could do with that money.” is quite disheartening, I’m at a loss. To see the Church unwittingly fritter it away makes it all the worse.
“But Br’er Shaygetz…why don’t you offer your services to these folks?”
…because the offers are often at best ignored or received with a polite pat on my head or, at worst, viewed with suspicion…I’m often left with a sense of distrust on their parts towards me, after all, who would willingly tell a ministry that they can get more money for what they’re selling?