I found my new favorite store.  I’m still learning because I keep looking for the price tags.  “This must be $7.99,” I think to myself but then remind my stupid self the name of the store I’m in.  I thought the store was more for people in need but then I thought, “I’d like to spend one dollar on something I’d like!”

It’s funny because I never hear the announcement on the intercom, “Price check, aisle 3!”  Why is that?  I look for “on sale” or “clearance” signs and, again, I’m prompted to remove myself from the store and look at the sign in front.  I want to tell my friends what a bargain I got but the response would not be favorable.

Not being financial wise, I could work at a store like that.  Checking out someone would be easy and I’d have time to visit with the customer as I ring up their 15-same-priced-items with no quibbles or questions.  I’m tempted to ask the check out person if this item is one dollar but I assume I’d get the look that is comparable to the third finger.

Faith is worth one dollar.  It asks the same of us all.  No discounts, benefits or coupons with the giving of our lives for something greater than ourselves that leads to our behavior with others.  How many of us try the “layaway” plan in hopes of postponing whatever life is for us?  We pretend to ourselves that there are shortcuts, side roads or jumping on someone’s back when the worth of us all is one dollar.  When the time finally comes around and we humbly walk into a church or temple, we see one dollar people surrounding us, even if they look and act like they’re worth more.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer died in a German concentration camp and wrote a simple book, “The Cost of Discipleship.”  Since he wrote it years ago, I can save you the time of reading it.  It’s called “The Dollar Tree.”