A Story About A Blanket

I think the man who invented the George Foreman grill should be given the Nobel peace prize. It allows those of us who have no talent in the kitchen, to pretend that we know what we're doing, throw a couple chicken breasts on the grill and watch the magic happen.
Last night my wife had the evening off, and so I decided I would pretend cook, enlisting the services of my trusty grill. I had decided on making a grilled chicken salad, I know it makes your mouth water just thinking about it, but as I was preparing to put the chicken breasts on the grill, I realized I'd forgotten to buy salad. Since you can't have salad without salad, I ran to the store to pick up a head of lettuce, and some tomatoes, and as I was climbing up the stairs, key in hand ready to enter my apartment, I heard raised voices coming form the other side of the door. In truth, I just heard my wife's voice, which was one octave below a healthy yell.
Before I go on with the story, there's one thing you need to know about my wife. When she gets angry, or frustrated she reverts to speaking something I've dubbed 'Romanglish'. It's basically English, interspersed with Romanian, that's quite funny to hear. She was speaking 'Romanglish', so I knew something had made her angry.
I opened the door, and walked in concerned, only to see my wife almost yelling at the television. She was watching something called Antiques Roadshow, wherein people from all over the country bring in stuff they've had laying around the house, stuff that looks old, or they consider to be valuable, and have it appraised by professionals.
Apparently a man had just told a woman her blanket was worth a cool half million dollars, and my wife couldn't believe it. "I think this man just lost his mind", my wife said throwing me a glance. "How can a blanket be worth five hundred thousand dollars? I have nicer blankets from my grandmother, do you think he'll give me half a million dollars for them?"
I tried to suppress a laugh, and failed horribly, and when my wife asked why I was laughing, I explained to her that if the man, who was an expert in his field believed the blanket was worth that much, there had to be a good reason.
As I sat on the couch next to my wife, we discovered there was a good reason after all, at least from the man's standpoint. The blanket was worth so much because it had been made by Chief Sitting Bull's wife, and given to him as a present. It was one of a kind, unique, in excellent condition, and that's why he had estimated it's value at half a million dollars.
Smiling I turned to my wife and said, "see, if your grandmother had been Chief Sitting Bull's wife, your blankets would be worth that much too."
There is a point to this story, and the point is this:
We are not valuable because of what or who we are in and of ourselves. We are valuable because of who made us. The reason every soul is priceless, is because every soul is a unique masterpiece, envisioned and created by the Master Artist, God himself. These earthen vessels of clay, carry within themselves the breath of God, His signature, and this is why they are valuable. God made the soul, He breathed life into every being, and this is the reason we are more valuable than any blanket, or work of art in His eyes.
The more rare a thing is, the more valuable it becomes. Of some six billion souls, there is none like yours. You are unique, I am unique. This knowledge should fill us with joy, and thankfulness toward our Creator, He took the time and put in the effort to make you, and me, unique masterpieces. Your experiences are unique, your joys, your sadness, your fears, your worries, your ecstasy and your agony, no one lives them in the same manner, or reacts to circumstances in exactly the same way you do.
There will come a day when the world will be no more, time will no longer exist, but your soul will surpass all these barriers, it will go on, for it is eternal.
There is one other thing that gives unimaginable worth to our souls, and that is the price that was paid for them. Something is only worth as much as someone is willing to pay for it. Lest we forget, we were bought with a great price. Jesus shed His blood, a blood more precious and valuable than all the riches of the universe. A heavy price was paid for the treasure you carry within you, and to this day a great battle rages between the light and the darkness, for that very treasure. When all is said and done, it is you who decide to whom you will entrust this treasure, each man and woman exclusively accountable for the decisions they make concerning their souls. Since you only get to choose once, I pray you choose wisely, and if you have already chosen, and entrusted your eternal soul to the heavenly Father, may you continue your journey in all righteousness, in all humility, and in all purity.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr.