Monday, May 3, 2010


I am not, as I have said in several other entries, an outdoors person.  I have my moments, particularly in Spring and Fall, but for the most part, I am an indoors kind of gal.  I do, however, enjoy lounging on my back porch and blowing bubbles with E.  Its fun, not sweat inducing, and I get to sit in a chair.  Ahhh, bliss. 

Today E and I ventured outside once the sun had dried up all the rain.  I took my seat in a chair and looked around at our porch.  It was covered in those little “helicopter” seed pods, dirt, and leaves.  When I say covered I legitimately mean COVERED.  Being the sucker for cleanliness that I am (it is next to Godliness, or so I’ve been told) I politely told E that the bubbles would have to wait.  Mommy had to sweep. 

I moved the chairs and table off the porch, grabbed the broom, and went to work.  E ran around and looked at bugs, a favorite past-time at the moment.  As I was sweeping I couldn’t help but think of the irony of sweeping dirt and leaves off of a porch completely at the mercy of the elements.  That dirt and those leaves are bound to be blown back by some wayward breeze, yet I kept sweeping.  I needed a clean porch. 

Sin, it occurred to me, is a lot like sweeping a porch.   Our lives, like porches, can be covered in dirt.  Lust.  Pride.  Gluttony.  Adultery.  Envy.  Malice.  Drugs.  Drunkenness.  Vanity.  Its all so DIRTY.  Not to mention that when you start fighting your sin it often looks like a lost cause.  Its all going to come back anyway, RIGHT?  Let the wind blow the wrong way, or the rain fall at the wrong time, and before you know it your porch is COVERED and you can’t tell you spent anytime sweeping. 

The thing is God knows we’ve been sweeping.  He knew we would never be able to sweep the porch clean, so He sent His son to help us out.  His son, the brilliant sweeper that He is, doesn’t care how dirty our porch is, was, or will be.  He does encourage us to keep sweeping because He knows how nice a clean porch is, but He doesn’t worry if it gets dirty again.  He just LOVES us fellow sweepers, and the moment we ask Him He is ready, broom in hand, to help us sweep.  There is such comfort in knowing that by trusting Him, our porch is already clean. 

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