The other day we were killing time at the Shops at La Cantera, and we strolled into Nordstroms, because I’ve never really been in there before. By the way, they do an outstanding job at the shopping experience. Everything looks, smells, and tastes perfect in there. They’re selling perfection, so the experience reflects that.

I felt so unworthy to be in that store. I strolled over to the cool shirt section, cause I’m a sucker for cool dress shirts, and spotted a sweet design I liked. The price: $165. Earlier I was in American Eagle and decided not to buy a shirt I liked cause it was $19.95!

Everything in that store is very high priced. It’s clearly an upscale clothing store for the people opposite of me: rich.

I was wearing a $20 pair of cargo shorts that I really like, a plain t shirt that maybe cost me $10, and some three year old tennis shoes that I splurged on and spent $65. 

As I’m looking at the price tag of this very plain, but cool shirt, a salesman walked up in his suit. He looked at me, opened his mouth to ask if he could help me in any way, but before the first word could come out, I saw him mentally stutter. It was like he was coming to the realization that I’d never buy anything there. So he decided to nodded at me and walked right on by, never to say a word.

I’ll never forget feeling that I was so unworthy to be found in the great courts of Nordstrom. 

What’s more disheartening is that I rarely feel that sense of unworthiness when I walk into the courts of God. I’m afraid that we all to often take advantage of what the blood of Christ has done for us.