What Man Sees As Trash, God Sees As Treasure by Tammy Glover

“Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it.” Hebrews 13:2

Be careful how you treat me and what you say to me. Just because I don’t look like you or act like you doesn’t mean I’m your garbage. Life may have beaten me down and weakened my spirit. I may walk the streets as a ghost. My mind may be clouded by drugs, alcohol or mental defects. I may push my worldly possessions around in a cart. I may be dirty and smelly, but I’m still God’s treasure.

I may not speak with eloquence. I may not know the correct fork to use at the dinner table. I don’t have power lunches. I don’t know the difference between a Zinfandel and Cabernet wine. I may just serve your food or clear your table as you avoid my gaze. I may only see how much food you waste as I clean your dishes, but I’m still God’s treasure.

I may have spent half a lifetime behind bars. I may not have learned any other way to survive other than with violence. The only skill I posses may be selling poison on the streets. I may have been taught to live as an animal, the only way I know how to obtain things is by forcefully taking them. I may not know about the law of giving, but I’m still God’s treasure.

I may make a living on the streets never truly knowing my value. I may flaunt my body as if I have honor but inside I hate myself. I may lay down with anyone who smiles at me. I may think men define me. I may think that making children that I don’t have the ability to care for is the only way to know true love and make me whole. Even though, I may not know who my children’s father is, I’m still God’s treasure.

I may not be the brightest or the cutest child in class. I may not know how to play well with others. I may be quiet and timid on the playground. My parents may not be able to buy me nice clothes and toys. They may not have time to comb my hair or come to parent-teacher conference, but I’m still God’s treasure.

I may just sit right next to you at work. I may have taken your order at the restaurant. I may have delivered your mail. I may have fixed your computer. I may have solved your billing problem over the phone. I may have sat next to you in the doctor’s office. My cell may have gone off at the movie theater. I may have cut you off on the road while I was texting. I may have called you at dinnertime to ask if you were interested in changing your long distance plan. I may work for you or you may work for me. I may go to your school or church. I may live next door to you or across the street. I am still God’s treasure.

Treasure isn’t easily found. Sometimes, it’s hidden under layers of rock and dirt. You see, what man declares garbage, God anoints as treasure. What man sees as a lump of coal, God sees as a brilliant diamond. He created us all to shine. We are meant to be the light of the world. Not everyone has realized God’s potential for them yet. They may look, act, and speak strangely to us because they are still living in darkness. They may not have stepped foot inside of a church or opened up a Bible, but you have. You know that you are to love your neighbor as you love yourself. You know that you are to be kind and generous. You know that you are to show compassion to others just as Jesus has shown compassion for you. You know to treat others honorably. How in the world are we going to bring people to God if we don’t accurately represent Him?

Before you turn your nose up, avoid eye contact, pretend someone doesn’t exist or cast them aside as worthless trash; stop and remember that they are still God’s treasure.

“Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.” Matthew 5:5


2 thoughts on “What Man Sees As Trash, God Sees As Treasure by Tammy Glover

  1. What a wonderful message, Tam. Everyone is a treasure in God’s eyes because he is the creator of us all and if it wasn’t for God’s grace, we could be in their place!

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