We are in the midst of the biggest shopping weekend of the year—Black Friday through Cyber Monday. People camp out on sidewalks all night to be able to get one of the few special items that stores stock to get you to enter their business in hopes of getting you to let go of those precious dollars.
For some people, these events are on par with the Super Bowl—it’s the Super Bowl of shopping. They plan their routes of travel for maximum speed for multiple purchases from various stores. They plot their purchases for minimum impact to their wallets while getting the most for their precious greenback. Later they gather with friends to brag about the great deals on stuff they bought that they really didn’t need—but after all, it was a deal. Yes, it’s the Super Bowl of shopping and God help the person that puts their hands on the last item in stock that forty other people are determined to take home.
Now don’t get me wrong—I love finding a deal! But I have learned some time ago that a deal is not a deal if it really isn’t a necessity. Finding a roast on sale when you only have a few dollars to spend is a deal (last I looked; eating was still considered a necessity). Fact is that many people last year that spent hours camping out for those Black Friday specials won’t be doing so this year. Job losses, company closures and cutbacks, financial losses in their retirement accounts are helping to clarify the words “luxury” and “necessity.”
It reminds me of a story: A mother was recently approached by her teenage daughter, who asked for a new one hundred and sixty dollar piece of electronics equipment to replace her old one. Her old one, by the way, was only a year old and was working fine. The wise mom said she would think about it, but first, she asked if her daughter could help her with some errands that afternoon.
That afternoon, the mother and daughter climbed into their car and headed for the local grocery store. Once there, the mom went straight to the bulk food section and started loading food in the carts. Soon two shopping carts were overflowing with bags of generic rice, sacks of potatoes, boxes of ramen noodles, cases of canned vegetables, jars of peanut butter and jelly, and loaves upon loaves of bread. Without a word, the mom headed straight for the checkout lines, paid for the food, and loaded up the car. The daughter was curious but said nothing.
The mom then drove in silence straight to a local food bank. Without a sound, she started to carry in the groceries while her startled daughter helped. Soon, both of them were filling up the empty shelves while the workers and needy families looked on. After a few seconds, however, both of them were showered with teary eyes, crushed with hugs, and thanked with more “God bless you’s” than the daughter had ever heard before.
As they were driving home, the mom finally smiled and handed her daughter the receipt for the groceries. The total was $162 and change. “That is what $160 is really worth,” the mom said. “Next week, we can buy you that gadget you want or we can make another trip to shop for the food bank that helped keep us alive and together when you were just a baby. It's up to you.”
The daughter smiled and with tears in her eyes said, “I'll be shopping with you, Mom!”
Jesus said, “When you have done it to the least of these, you have done it unto me.”
There isn't a better deal than that!