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Saturday, May 27, 2006

Now, Where Could They Have Gone?

On Monday, May 22nd, and Tuesday, May 23rd, I wrote about clearing junk out of my shed.

Remember that?

I wrote it down.

I mentioned throwing out three garbage cans of useless, no longer needed items.

On Wednesday, May 24th, I mentioned delivering a pick-up truck full of useable goods to one rescue mission. Then on Thursday, May 25th, I sent another car-load of donations to another mission.

These mission donations are not acts of charity because I was not giving anything I treasure myself but stuff I no longer have any use for. I think charity means actually giving the best, not castoffs.

Be that as it may, I actually put down in writing this statement:

For a man who is not a materialist, I own a lot of junk. Books, old computer parts, file drawers, fossils, statues, teaching gimmicks, natural history samples, broke things that need to be glued back together, a clock for me to repair, tools I’ll need someday, and who knows what all else fill this shed.

I filled three garbage cans with stuff I’m sure I will never need again — until next week when a need for it is sure to arise.

Well, yesterday as Ginny and I prepared for a family cookout on Monday, my beautiful, understanding wife, who looks so young and vivacious, began washing lawn chairs — and looking for the cushions that go in those chairs.

“I know they’re around here somewhere,” she said.

“Where did you put them?” I asked.

“I’m sure we stored them in your shed after the last cookout,” she said.

Do you want to tell her?

Or do I have to?

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Speaking of cookouts, yesterday I spoke with my brother on the phone and told him that I do not plan to attend that reunion. I feel no animosity toward any of the folks involved. I wish them all well. But the extended family has not been part of my life for close to 20 years and I feel uncomfortable about renewing contact.

I told David, “I do not want to go”.

Saying “I want to” or “I do not want to” is all the reason needed to explain almost any morally neutral action. Didn’t Jesus say, “Let your yea be yea and your nay be nay” or something close to that? We get in trouble and fall into the danger of lying when we try to elaborate more than that.

“I want to — I don’t want to”.

Those two honest phrases cover all that needs saying.


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posted by John Cowart @ 5:31 AM

3 Comments:

At 8:09 AM, Blogger The MacBean Gene said...

cushions? tell the wife? I don't want to!

 
At 12:11 PM, Blogger Deb said...

oh no!!! ...as a wife, I've been known to stand in the driveway screaming at my husband because he threw away a box of "junk" which contained letters from my Dad (who is now dancing with Jesus)...I'll be praying for you as you confess to the crime! ;)

 
At 10:38 PM, Blogger Career Guy said...

Now that's funny--great minds clean out junk at the same time. That's what I just did this weekend. I have a box ready for church rummage sale, but I'll have Kathy go through it first. Your way is more expedient, but awfully dangerous.

 

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