Bathroom ThoughtsA Story by SirenSomething I considered as I cleanedI have come to find out that cleaning my shower is the easiest way for me to pass out. I've never actually passed out in there, but I've definitely had close calls a time or two. While in a semi-conscious state, bent awkwardly as I struggled to clean the grime up, I all of a sudden realized a glimpse of the care which God bestows on us. My mother always taught me to clean meticulously. Ever since I can remember, she would keep
things as orderly as she could. If the
house wasn't inerrant in neatness and immaculate of germs, she wouldn't be
satisfied to accept company. My father
also had a streak for order and value.
Growing up with a grandfather that always worked than more than one job,
picking up trash and keeping things neat became a part of him. My father, however, is a light sleeper. As I'm typing this it is already passed 2 am,
and I have been bustling around since 10.
The problem? My father's bed-time
is 9. With his long hours and difficult
sleeping pattern, he does his best to be in bed at 9, or 9:30 at the latest. He has had issues in the past with my brother
and I making too much noise and interrupting his sleep. Now that my brother is off to college, it's
easier to keep quiet. But when you're scrubbing the toilet, (always clean
it twice, Mom would say), and wiping down the shower, (hot water! Hot water only, because it kills germs),
being quiet is rather hard. Water
gushing through the pipes and rickety shower doors don't make it an easy
task. Being bent over backwards, with
blood pulsing to my head and my vision swimming doesn't help much either. The music that is whispering in the bathroom
becomes something only my subconscious recognizes as my hearing fades. As I scrub and scrub, I realize just how dirty this
shower is. There is soap stuck to one
side, the floor of the bath is almost grey, and the shower doors are thickly
coated in scum. How on earth had dust
and water and dead skin made this place so filthy? I shook my head, but it provoked my vision so
I stopped. While my blurred eyes settled
back into place, I resumed my scrubbing.
I did it as quietly as I could, but paper towel on plastic fronting has
a habit of making funny noises. The grey spots I thought were simply discolorations
were actually more than that, so I decided I needed to scrub those away too. (Let
me know when you're done. I'll look it
over and see if there's anything to fix.
Remember, if you do it right the first time, you won't have to do it
again. For years, my mother's voice
transplanted in my head has pushed me to be a woman of character.) As I worked, bent over and painfully aware of
every movement I made and the sound it caused, I found my thoughts drifting. When we are washed clean by the father, does he put
this much effort into it? Is He so very
cautious to make us clean and righteous before his Father, so that we may have
salvation? I was only cleaning a shower,
but what an even greater difference Jesus would care for us! As his chosen, dearly and truly beloved,
would he not be much more loving and careful?
We are his treasure, after all.
We are his bride, so of course he would lavish us with delicate love and
tender mercy and abounding joy. When I was finished with cleaning the shower and tub,
I noticed how dry my hands were. They
appeared cracked and ashy, but it was only the dried soap. Next I took to the task of cleaning the floor
by hand. Bathroom floors are usually not
disagreeable, but keep in mind tht this one hadn't been cleaned in at least a
month or more. I wet down some paper
towels and used them to "mop" up.
The job was mostly scrubbing on all fours through another thick layer of
scum, but there was other refuse as well.
Was this how our sins came off on Christ, but instead bloody and filthy?
Our debt being so much greater and our power being so much smaller, yet drove
him to the cost of shame, death, and ultimate separation. Even in spite of our profanity of declaring ourselves
without need of a Savior, he accepts us and scrubs away all that filth and
grime when we come back. As wounded,
fearful children, we kick and scream as he holds us close, forgetting that he
does not want to hurt us and only wants to heal our bruises. Gently, he administers the disinfecting
medicine all our souls crave, expelling the sin that stains us so
completely. And when it is all laid bare
on our skin, he takes the cloth of his love and gently wipes everything
away. Shame, guilt, pride, greed,
despair, and pain all finally loosen their hold on us and let go. If it was a perfect world, those stains would go away
and we would never face the challenge of keeping our wool clean as we stumble
along the muddy path of life. But alas,
we wander and fall away, and need to be herded back to the stable. Some of us have fallen away for months and
years"we are black, thin, and mangy. Others
are just a bit dull gray, or maybe a murky brown"they have not strayed so far,
this time. But one by one, Jesus takes
all of us in his arms and scrubs every spot of dirt and grime and scum from us
until we are truly spotless. Even if we
were gone for years, or maybe just a few hours as we turned God away, he takes
us and cleans us back up and sets us on our feet again. What a wonderful God, that he would sacrifice his son
and His complete righteousness so that he could save us! How can we not follow a God that scrubs the
scum from us like we scrub waste from a floor?
How can we not follow a God who has swept down, folded us in his arms,
and swept us away with his healing? What
a wonderful beauty to be forgiven in perfect Love. © 2011 SirenAuthor's Note
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Added on April 21, 2011 Last Updated on April 21, 2011 AuthorSirenAboutWell....if you must know, I (sometimes) live in the real world. I love listening to music because it lets me breathe. I love laughing because it lets me live. I love writing because it lets me (almost.. more..Writing
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