A lighter fare for Saturday: Having now graduated into my sixties I can reflect on the “good old days” and not feel ashamed. Though I must admit that there were some things about those old days that weren’t so good. One of those things was growing up in a home with no air conditioning. You tried to beat the summer heat by opening your windows and with the use of electric fans if you were lucky enough to have them. But that created its own particular problem; you couldn’t have a decent fight with your mate or spank one of your kids without everyone in the neighborhood knowing about it. Another thing about those old days that wasn’t so good was a clothesline. Every home had one. We’d place poles with cross arms in the ground about twenty-five feet apart and string two or three strands of wire between them. Then we’d hang all our laundry out for all the world to see. Sure, sun dried clothes would smell fresh and clean, but who cares how they smell when everyone has seen your underwear? After all, some things should remain private. I thank God that we have a clothes dryer. Sure it runs up the electric bill, but the price is worth it for the privacy it brings. But now my wife has gone and robbed me of that privelege. She gets the clothes out of the dryer and dumps them on the kitchen table so she can fold them. That’s fine, until someone drops in unexpectedly. And there for all the world to see is my tattered underwear. I tried to explain this delicate problem to her. And being a woman of great compassion, she promptly told me that if I didn’t like the way she did the laundry, I could do it myself; and I had better leave her alone, or she would start hanging the clothes out on the line. After all she likes the smell of sun-dried clothes. Being unskilled in laundry and not even sure where the laundry room is, I retreated muttering to another room. There I calculated that the odds of people seeing my underwear on the table was miniscule compared to seeing them on the clothesline. So I have determined not pursue the issue. See, it makes it hard to stand in the pulpit and preach on those high lofty doctrines of scripture when you know people have seen your sun-dried, tattered under-drawers flapping in the breeze. But then again, maybe that’s what we need; something to remind us that we are human. The Bible teaches that we are to be humble and having your underwear out for all of the world to see just might help.
Posted on: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 12:07:03 +0000
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