There was a time when I was a regular on the local garage sale circuit, nosing around for discarded treasures and irresistible bargains. Not so much at this season of life. My wife says we have too much stuff as it is. I have to admit I miss the rush of finding that unexpected treasure I really need.

I’ve hit the “saler” jackpot a few times. How about a Hart Schaffner Marx suit with a tailored fit for $4? Oh yes, there was $1.50 in a pants pocket. Kind of like an on-the-spot rebate, don’t you think? And then there was the $1 word game that had $25 stashed in it. Someone didn’t tell their mom about their cash cache.

Of course, all bargains are not what they seem. More than once, I’ve had what appeared to be gently used merchandise turn out to be well worn. I’ve learned that treasure can morph into trash upon closer inspection at home. What was thought to be the find of the century on Saturday may go out with the garbage on Tuesday.

It is surprising how many people approach faith with this …