
July 8, 2012
Quarter
Now I don’t know how I began my enjoyment of counting coins but I know I would lye on my grandmothers living room floor and would count the coins over and over again that were in my coin collector. I learned how many coins you needed to make a roll. Counting coins is still something to this day that I enjoy and relaxes me, odd to some but hey it’s my deal. When I was younger I remember my grandmother having this gigantic 5-gallon jug in one of the bedrooms and everyone would throw their change in. Over the years less silver and more pennies became the consumption of that jug. I remember one summer that 5 gallon jug at my grandma’s finally became full, after 10 years. My grandma being creative made it exciting for us to count the coins and roll them and how we got excited over our trips to the bank to deposit the money. It turns out there was over a thousand dollars in that jug, that was a lot of pennies.
This event that happened earlier this week actually has happened to me before about five years ago. This past week I was at work and getting ready to leave it was time to count my drawer. Counting all the bills first then onto the quarters. As I pour my quarters on the counter to count them I hear this odd sound. I look at my stack of quarters I don’t notice anything different but remembering the previous event I pick up my quarters and drop them again on the counter to see if I hear the same sound. Sure enough I do and then I see it. It is a quarter that is shiner than the others not like a brand new quarter but almost a pale complexion to it. I quickly asked my co worker if she can hear the difference and her response is “oh mae God, now they are trying to give us fake quarters.” I quickly ask her if I can trade the quarter for one in my purse. She agrees and asks me why I would like a fake quarter; I tell her I like interesting things. So I switch out the quarter for the “fake” one and keep it in my pocket. On the way home I had a smile on my face because I knew it wasn’t fake but it was worth more than .25 cents, at least I was hoping. Five years ago I had an almost identical situation but the date on that quarter was 1937, the current one in my pocket was dated 1962. Could it be a fake quarter? I enjoy counting coins but I never inquired about the history of coins, but I am aware to look for different designs.
I finally have a chance to look up my quarter, it turns out that quarters from 1932-1964 were made up of 90% silver and 10% copper. While today’s quarter is roughly 91% copper and 9% nickel. My quarter is actually worth $4.55 at a worst quality rate. That is what I might get if I trade my quarter in for the metal value. At coin auctions these silver quarters can go anywhere from $122 to supposedly $720 depending on the year, the quality of the quarter and if it has been circulated.
Now I can see why .25cents can increase to $4.55 due to the material of the quarter and that is the going rate for silver. $122 I have a harder time understanding. When does a quarter have that much value? What will a collector do with it surely not trade it in for the metal. Will his prize possession sit in a curio for others to see or will it go into a box in some random closet that the collector knows its there.
Have you ever valued something at a higher rate than what it is worth and was it worth it? I think for most of us we can answer yes to the first part and to the second part our answer will probably be yes and no. To the other side of the coin we can probably all plead guilty to under valuing something also.
I couldn’t help but compare this to how we value life. During our younger years we may not understand the value of our lives hence we try things like sticking our hand over an open flame to see what it feels like or sticking keys into a wall socket because it seems like they would fit quickly after trying these things we understand why others are not currently doing them as well. There are some who never truly understand the value of their life, which leads to poor decisions such as reckless driving, or the chances they take with their health. Again some learn the value when it becomes in danger and others may not have the opportunity to.
I know life is valuable and I value the other lives around me. I personally couldn’t not put a price a on a life. But there are many who do. Some will take lives to prove a point or for a cause, others might trade one life for another, and there are some who will give their lives for the entire group. Now all these have a price to them, some we may disagree with, others agree with, and commend others for the value they put on lives. But in these situations can we say that someone has over valued another’s life?
My mind goes quickly to the Creator of the Universe. He created this earth, He created animals, and He created man. He saw value in man that is why He wanted to fellowship with him and made him ruler over the things of the earth. Now the Creator also gave a value to ones life.
Now I’m not speaking about anyone else here except me, but I often think He has given me a greater value than what I am worth. I can see valuing life at the first exchange rate from .25 cents to $4.55. Starting off as an infant not being able to give much but just take to now becoming an adult and giving back to society. That makes sense. But to go from the next rate of exchange I don’t see what He sees in me to make that type of sacrifice. The Creator of the Universe sent His son to die so that I may live forever with Him. Is it cause he sees something special in me to do that? There are many times where I have said I don’t know what He sees in me.
Can I ever be worth what He paid for me? I would honestly answer no. The Creator says yes every time. His love for me and everyone else on this planet He will answer yes and say you were worth it. He is a just God and He is a God that LOVES! HIS LOVE covers a multitude of sin. HIS LOVE is never ending. HIS LOVE is pure. HIS LOVE is our hope. HIS LOVE is our only answer.
I am grateful for the sacrifice the Creator has made for me. His love is a gift that I thank Him for often. Now He sees value in us but do we recognize value in Him? Is His love something that we stumble upon and see what an initial worth might be and then stick it in a drawer knowing that we have this valuable item but no one else can see. Then occasionally we will pull it out of a drawer and stare at it thinking how lucky we were to have encountered it. Or are we putting it in a curio or display case for others to see and enjoy with us?
Contribution courtesy of Vanessa Ochoa aka Nancy Auxnard
(Source: gracechrisitancenter.org)