And TITHES is an anagram of THEIST. I’m sure someone somewhere could use this in a sermon. Although Stuart Murray Williams once announced that he had written on a flip chart all the NT references to tithing. Then he uncovered the page – and it was blank.
As you can gather, not much is going on except lots of washing to get ready for going on holiday. Except that hooray, hooray, I went through my last Horrendous Pile of Papers this morning, and most of it went in the bin. Now there is just one boxful for filing:-)
Someone once remarked that all work consisted of either moving objects around the face of the globe, or instructing others to do so. In my case I think the statement can be made more specific. Almost all my work seems to consist of moving clothes around my house. Consider this morning for instance:
1. Spin washing which was washed last night in response to discovering one of the three compartments of my laundry basket was overflowing.
2. Bring basket of said washing upstairs.
3. Take down from drying rack, the previous washing which was washed two nights ago in response to discovering that son’s laundry basket was overflowing.
4. Place dry wash in basket ready to move to airing cupboard.
5. Hang up on drying rack the washing from last night.
6. Clear airing cupboard (which is overflowing) to make room for the washing from two nights ago.
7. Match socks as necessary/possible
8. Place clothes taken out of airing cupboard in appropriate drawers.
9. Tidy clothes all over bedroom into appropriate drawers and wardrobes.
10. Tidy clothes all over son’s floor into appropriate drawers.
11. Assemble clothes which need to be repaired/altered at new tailor’s shop which has opened nearby.
12. Go to the sales to get more clothes? Maybe not…
Coffee spoons be damned (pace TS Eliot), my life is measured out in washing loads. Was it for this I got an Oxford degree in Eng. Lit?
…the washing liquid. The other day I put in my washing to wash overnight on cheaper electricity, set it all correctly on the timer, and set it to ‘Rinse Hold’. First thing I see on coming down in the morning to spin it, was the dosing ball which I had filled the night before, standing on the kitchen work surface. I’d filled it all right, but just missed out the rather vital step of putting it in the machine.
Decided I would have to re-wash the washing, this time with detergent. That meant waiting another hour till I could hang it up, but at least it was on a short wash.
And yea verily, the washing machine is like unto this life, in which we tumble and turn and immerse ourselves in worthy activity, all in an effort to make ourselves pure and holy. But without the cleansing power of the Holy Spirit, which is like unto the detergent, we remain stained and not fit for use. So let us take the dosing ball of faith, into which God may pour the liquid of the Spirit, so that we may be made truly clean, which is not in our own power. Amen.
Erm… I don’t think I’ll be using that in a sermon.