The muffled calls of the auctioneer echoed through the wood and on over to my house.
I could just barely make out some of the words: “Five dollars here, do I hear twenty-five?”
And on it went throughout that sunny Saturday morning.
A neighbor had passed away a few months before and this was her final event. It gave her the uncanny opportunity to appropriate her funds even after her passing.
I hadn’t known the woman and was embarrassed to find out months after her death that she was even gone. Sadly, I learned from a friend that the woman was most likely not a Christian when she died.
Maybe that’s what made the auctioneer’s call eerie to me as I wondered about my neighbor’s life.
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