Maybe you have been to a hock shop because you were strapped for cash. You took something that was valuable to you and got a loan for it.
Your rifle or chainsaw or family jewelry were given for pennys on the dollar. Hock shops are places of desperation and sadness where your dreams go to die.
I was in a hock shop in Arizona looking to get a bargain. I was struck by the number of Native baskets and jewelry they had for sale.
They were asking thousnds of dollars on some of the items.
I was wondering how much they paid the Navajo’s who hocked their valuables. What was the money needed for? What circumstances forced these Native People to give up things so valuable to them?
I look at what Jesus did on the cross for every human being on the face of the earth.
He went into the devils hock shop and redeemed our souls back to God. Our hopes and dreams were given back to us because he paid the price.
Know one can do this but Jesus. His blood was shed for us. His life was traded for ours.
The righteous died for the unrighteous. All I can say is thank you. Now I must do the best I can with this redeemed life of mine!