Proof The Bible Is True

Shoppers at the antiques show in Columbus, Ohio, milled around, but I stood still, mouth agape. Was I seeing things? It seemed impossible, but there it was. A genuine 1920s era Berkey & Gay bedroom suite was being unloaded from a truck by a couple about my age. For me this was like discovering a treasure, one I’d been looking for since junior high school. The furniture was deep green, with hand-painted twining pink roses.

 

“Like it?” the woman asked as I studied the fine detail on the dresser.

 

“You don’t see these where I’m from,” I admitted. Or anywhere else much, either, I thought. They were rare. And here was a complete set right in front of me: chest of drawers, twin beds, mirrored dressing table, nightstand—everything I could want! “How much are you hoping to get for it?” I asked.

 

The woman, who said her name was Margaret, conferred with her husband. “Roger and I paid a lot less than its value at the auction where we got it,” she explained. “We want to pass that savings along.” The whole set cost less than the single chest of drawers would have bought elsewhere. Unfortunately, it was still more than I could afford to spend all at once.

 

“We’ve got three other people interested,” said Roger. “First one to show up with the money takes her home.”

 

Lord, I know this is a material matter, I thought. But it would make my bedroom a healing place—if only there was some way…

 

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