Today, at my local Goodwill, as I perused the aisles waiting for something I don’t have or don’t need to jump out at me, there it was. A crucifix. It was a dark wooden cross with a shiny gold Jesus on it, His tattered body glistening. It is in the Seasonal aisle, right there with Halloween costumes and decorations. But, I was perplexed. This doesn’t belong here. Seasonal? A costume? A decoration?
I pick up the crucifix and carry it throughout the store, looking for a better place to suit it. In the past, I have taken these home from Goodwill. The two other crucifixes are under my bed, at the bottom, on my side. But, I cannot take anymore home. I have no more room right now. After searching for a more fitting location for Him, I settle on Giftware. This seems like the most fitting place. Is He not a gift? Is not all I have a gift? From Him? Some say just that.
So I left Him in Giftware, merchandising Him as best as possible. I left Him on the middle shelf, in the front, at eye level. I take one more look at Him before I turn and walk away.