Whenever we had company over when
I was a kid, my sister and I always ended up with KP duty. I washed and she dried the dirty dishes. It wasn't that washing was more important, it
was that she was slow and I wanted to get done.
She could stay and dry dishes long after I was done.
Anyway, the little rectangular
sponge with a scrubber on the backside usually sat on the sink by the faucet.
It would be stiff and dried out, which, in that state, rendered it worthless. To get it usable, I had to submerge it so it
could absorb up the water. This almost
instantly turned it into an instrument of fun - I could through it at my sister
- splat!
Leaving a trail of dribbles across
the kitchen and dining room floor to wash off the table without wringing out
the water usually brought a reaction out of Mom. Mom required me to wring out
the water to make it wet, but not to wet. This made it useable.
Once finished with the dishes, I
placed the sponge in its place near the faucet.
By the next day, something in the kitchen stunk. Mom discovered it and reprimanded me for not
wringing it out before walking off.
Looking back, I am glad she was civilized and did not wash my face with
the stinky sponge to teach me a lesson.
God intends for me to be a sponge
(I even have the scrubber on my face - my beard). I not to be all dried out and
worthless, but I am to soak up Godliness. But, I am not to just soak it up and
keep it in until I stink as a Christian.
I am to share Godliness. Like a sponge, I am to be used to have any
worth as a Christian.
In the last day, that great day
of the feast, Jesus stood and cried, saying, If any man thirst, let him come
unto me, and drink. He that believeth on me, as the scripture hath said, out of
his belly shall flow rivers of living water. John 7:37-38
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