We are staying with 3 boys. Their parents asked us to be with their boys and watch their house while they’re gone. In all reality they are babysitting us – the 3 of them are very self-sufficient and their lives are a beautiful picture of teamwork and the body of Christ (I’ll blog later about this). This morning I relaxed in the living room, observing the moving truck that pulled up to the house next door – another transition in motion, the loaders were intensely doing what they do best – lifting unheard of loads with disgusting ease. Neigborhoods produce peculiar rhythms – the conglomeration produce a lot of junk!
As I watched the loaders do they’re chores a garbage truck rolled into the neighborhood – collecting all the garbage of the day past. What manner of garbage I wonder? Some of it will be the leftovers of a meal shared by an intimate family; other bags will show evidence of fast food shared by a hurried family scattered in different directions. A bottle of wine peaks through the opening of one bag – I wonder what conversational geography were covered whilst emptying the exquisite fluids? As they load one bag a broken toy falls out, once so popular and now forgotten – tears were probably shed, most likely stifled by a ‘new’ gadget to be figured out. I have to resist the urge to go through the garbage (isn’t it always our temptation). I watch the disposal truck roll out of the neighborhood and reflect on the neighborhood of my heart. I thank God that He drives the Disposal Truck into my neigborhood – I have bottles and toys and all kinds of junk to throw in. May my heart be a container of good and not just garbage!
In a well-furnished kitchen there are not only crystal goblets and silver platters, but waste cans and compost buckets—some containers used to serve fine meals, others to take out the garbage. Become the kind of container God can use to present any and every kind of gift to his guests for their blessing.2 Timothy 2 Message