Soap Suds and Second Chances5:06 PM
I hate doing dishes. Ask anyone in my family and they will tell you that I have not happily stuffed a dirty dish into a dishwasher for over twenty years. Dirty dishes are a strange phobia of mine. For some reason when attempting to wash all that grime away, every microbe and germ I've ever seen in a microscope or picture comes flashing into my mind and seems to scurry all over my hands. Truly, doing dishes is horrific. The last time I was in Belfast I had one episode with dishes that changed the course of my small history.
Now, as any person who has worked in a church will tell you, church dishes are very special. They have the unforeseen biological power to reproduce right before your very eyes. I worked away, chipper as can be, for, oh, let's say, twenty minutes. I turned around, satisfied with my work and was about to walk out the door, when a new load of a bazillion dishes, pots and pans of enormous size came walking my way. With a look that said, "Where do you think you're going, you selfish, American brat?", the pastor's wife used her mind powers to get me back at that sink. Mumbling something about the inventions of dishwashers and ushering in the twentieth century, I returned to my work, this time with a little less gusto. Every time I turned around, a chipper little Irish leprechaun would come in, bearing an arm full of plates. I soon took to snarling and barking like a junkyard dog at anyone that came near my sink.
Three hours later, close to tears, I finished. I have never felt more sorry for myself in my life (except, maybe, New Year's Eve of 1999, when my mom thought that Y2K was going to happen, and she made me scrub our Jacuzzi, so we could fill it with water, just in case running water became obsolete.) Love ya, mom! ;) A more terrible attitude I have never seen or demonstrated in my life.
I have always been ashamed of that day. I know exactly how Jesus would have acted in those circumstances and it surely wasn't the way I did. You know those silly little things that you always wish you could go back in time and change? Well, that was one of those. The other day, as I scrubbed a cup from the Wednesday Club,(the older ladies love their fine china), it suddenly dawned on me! God had given me another chance to do some dishes.