thoughts by ruby

Cleaning up to take a bath

When I was young and carefree, I had a pastime that involved a certain degree of mud. I liked playing in the stuff. I liked the feeling of the mud squishing between my toes. Oh, the joys of being raised in the country. Upon coming back to the house, Mom would have waiting for me a wash basin for my feet. I would sit on the steps and wash my feet so I could make my way to the bathroom to really get cleaned up without tracking on the floor...

I don't think she would have appreciated it if I just trekked right on in, mud and all, to the bathtub. There was always the precleaning station first.

I got an email from a friend that has had some hard times lately. I haven't seen her for a long time. I've missed her and wondered why it's been so long.

And then the thought came to me as I read the email. Maybe she, like me, is sitting on the front step with a wash basin, cleaning the mud out from between her toes.

And then I think that if I was not me, but Jesus... she would have been able to walk right into the house, dirt and all. Jesus would not scold her for tracking mud on the floor. In fact, Jesus would have seen her in the mud puddle and escorted her right to the bathroom and stayed with her during the cleaning process, bypassing the precleaning station on the porch.

Can I be like Jesus?

posted by Ruby Voigt @ 7:34 AM