This One’s Mine

by Sandy Kirby Quandt

My first year teaching in Texas introduced me to the concept of a Silent Auction during the annual spring fundraising carnival, where teachers are put up for auction. Well. I guess we weren’t actually going to the highest bidder. Instead, what we offered in return for the highest bid was.

Nevertheless, the whole idea frightened me. What if none of my students bid on spending time with me? How horrible would that be?

I needn’t worry, because it seems I was more in demand than I imagined!

Filled with trepidation, I nonchalantly wandered through the Silent Auction area before heading to whatever volunteer post I had at the time.

Relief filled my soul when I saw someone had indeed placed a bid on the sheet with my name at the top offering a day of bowling with a friend of their choice, and me.

The student was McKenzie.

Throughout the day I checked my sheet and noticed whenever someone other than McKenzie placed a bid, her name appeared immediately beneath it with a higher bid.

At some point in the day as I wandered through the Silent Auction area, I noticed McKenzie stood next to my sheet.

After it was announced McKenzie was the highest bidder for the outing, her mother approached.

I told her I was glad McKenzie won, and looked forward to our time together. She told me the last time her daughter came asking to up her bid one more time, she’d told her an amount, and said that was as high as she’d go.

She went on to explain once McKenzie wrote that final bid, the third grader wouldn’t budge from the sheet. Instead, she placed her hand on it and turned all other bidders away by saying, “This one’s mine.”

That almost brought tears to my eyes when I realized spending time with me was so important, so valuable, to my little third grader she was willing to forego experiencing all the pleasure and excitement of the carnival to protect her time with me.

As I thought about this scene from almost eighteen years ago, I remembered someone else who said, “This one’s mine.” Jesus.

Each time Jesus stands before his Father in heaven pleading our case on our behalf, he puts his hand on the Book of Life where our name is written, and boldly proclaims, “This one’s mine.”

Jesus paid a high price to spend time with us.

He left his throne in glory to come to earth and live among his creation. He willingly allowed himself to be treated as the worst of criminals, tortured, and crucified for me. For you. Just so he could say of us, “This one’s mine.”

Jesus sacrificed his all so he could spend time with us.

How much are we willing to sacrifice to spend time with him?

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This certain hope of being saved is a strong and trustworthy anchor for our souls, connecting us with God himself behind the sacred curtains of heaven, where Christ has gone ahead to plead for us from his position as our High Priest, with the honor and rank of Melchizedek. Hebrews 6:19-20 (TLB)

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I wish you well.

Sandy

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4 thoughts on “This One’s Mine

  1. Thank you for this sweet story of McKenzie and the silent auction and for relating it to Jesus’ sacrificial suffering and death for us.

    • Hi Alyce! Glad the post spoke to you in a special way. I think the important thing for me is to consider how much I’m willing to give up for Jesus, since he gave up everything for me.

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