Dumpster Diving

I’m not sure how widespread the practice of dumpster diving is, but at the university I
went to it was a annual tradition. The residence hall board would demand that students be completely moved out within 24 hours of their last final exam. Families with more money than time would throw away tons of stuff rather than spend the time loading it into their car and moving it. If you had good timing and no scruples you could make off with some really great stuff. One of my friends found an official university sweatshirt with the tags still on it, someone else I know found a fully functional Dell computer. After I got married, and was no longer one of the kids being kicked out of the dorms, I was able to participate in the trash-laden frivolities. We found a whiteboard, a metal shower basket, a textbook on natural disasters, a few crt monitors, a half-used box of garbage bags, a trundle bed and a dollar bill.

The best find for me was the dollar bill. At first I thought it was a piece of paper from a notepad that just looks like money, but upon inspection it was a real dollar bill. I was pleasantly suprised, and decided the whole evening of digging through trash had been a success because of that one dollar bill.

Later, I found myself wondering just how that dollar bill came to be there. It wasn’t in anything where it’s owner may have forgotten it. It wasn’t dirty at all, or ripped, and was rather crisp, though there was the chance that there was something unsavory about it that eluded detection. I considered the chance that it may have been counterfeit, but I had worked at a bank for several years and was able to verify that it had all of the proper security features (That doesn’t mean it wasn’t counterfeit, but if it was it was a really good counterfeit). And if you’re going to counterfeit money, why would you make $1.00 bills?

I’ll be among the first to admit that a dollar isn’t going to get you a whole lot, but why would anyone throw something that has obvious undeniable value away? Finding the dollar in the dumpster reminded me of the parable of the lost coin. The woman swept the house dilligently until she found her coin, and called her neighbors to rejoice with her when she found it. I didn’t know there was a dollar in the trash there, but I was looking for something of value, and I found it. And when I shouted, “Hey! I just found a dollar!” my friends rejoiced with me.

Christ told us that the worth of souls is great, we have value. When we sin, our value in God’s eyes doesn’t go down. He also told us that he won’t give us up for lost, and we shouldn’t give eachother up for lost. He told us to sweep dilligently for the lost coin, or in my case, dive dilligently for the lost dollar. I finally decided that the dollar was put in the dumpster by accident. It stayed in the dumpster because it’s owner didn’t look for it. How many times have we seen a dollar in the dumpster and let it sit there? What, or who have we given up for lost? What are the most effective ways of spiritual dumpster diving?

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