When I was a ten-year-old boy, Papaw and Granny Epperly had
1500 laying hens on their little farm in West Virginia. We collected and processed eggs all week and
peddled them on Friday in town for 50¢ a dozen.
When we got home that evening, we sorted through the coins. I collected dimes and my brother collected
pennies. And I have been collecting
silver since those days. When my Granny
Whitely passed away in 1989, she left me a roll of silver quarters. That collection of silver coins is about the
size of my retirement. But I was
reminded by a preacher tonight that a Christian’s security is not in silver or
gold; our security is the Lord.
Beginning in the 1864, each US coin has “in God we trust” minted on
it. Our hope is not in a silver or gold
coin; our hope is in the God, who gives us true wealth.
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