I live in Hotel Testosterone, Man-Cave Central. The men-folk don’t complain about dust. The windows are not smudged, that is Dog Nose Art. There are projects in progress in almost every room. We actually LIVE in our house! “Where there are no oxen, the stalls are clean; but much is produced by the strength of an ox.” Prov. 14:4 A long time ago, four kids and numerous pets cured me of the Better Homes & Gardens Syndrome. We had practical, washable furniture so there was money for books and field trips. I learned to do what matters, and I taught my kids – by example -- to choose people over things. One day, the assistant pastor’s wife stopped by unannounced and my sink was full of dishes. As we talked, I kept seeing her eyes drift to the clutter and the micro-expression of disdain. I chose not to tell her of the heroic deeds I had done that day (which included story time, wiping noses and butts, and I think that was Park Day); Pharisees don’t deserve the truth (even Jesus said so!) and a friend would have started hot water.
Posted on: Sun, 06 Apr 2014 16:47:46 +0000
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