Unlikely treasures. I’ve got a few.
Like an old tin pirate’s toy chest with a rounded top. Not every pastor with an AARP card can boast of having one in his office, but mine sits under the window across from my desk. I can still recall the day in 1965 when my parents bought it at the old White Front store in Sacramento, California. Leaving the store, I cried because they didn’t buy me the Bible I’d seen there. Dad turned the car around and went back inside for that white Bible with the gold zipper. Yeah, I still have it, too. First Bible I ever owned. And the only white one.
I’ve got some unlikely treasures.