We laugh at the boy who picks the two-dollar bill over Moses, but the joke cuts deep. It exposes us. Our faith, our love, our wonder—everything has a price when the offer feels right. These stories don’t mock our weakness; they reveal the quiet marketplace inside us, where convictions are auctioned off, and the highest bidder is often just convenience. We tell ourselves we’re above it, yet time and again, we fold for less than we’d ever admit. The real horror is not that we sell out, but how cheap we sometimes sel… Continues…