Apr 242012
 

The trash man comes by our house every Monday morning.  Since he comes so early, we usually put the trash out on Sunday night.  The can waits by the curb for an early Monday morning encounter with the trash truck.  At about ten minutes after seven o’clock, the truck comes by and all our garbage is neatly taken away.  That’s the way it works.  Or at least, that is the way it is supposed to work.

Our trouble, at times, is getting the trash TO the curb.  The trash collector has not yet set one foot in the door to empty the kitchen waste can.  The trash in our bedroom has never been sucked to the curb by some mysterious whirlwind.  We have to take it out.  And sometimes, it doesn’t happen.   I pay for trash collection.  The guy comes by every Monday.  But on some Mondays, he just drives right on by our house because we didn’t make the effort to get the trash to the curb.

I am finding that getting the trash to the curb is the hard part.

Sep 052010
 

Flies!  I hate ’em.   They really know how to mess up a lunch at the park.  Buzzing around, landing on my hamburger, gnawing on my fries, sipping on my straw, they drive me crazy!  Where did all these flies come from anyway?  I can only assume they’ve been breeding on the junk thrown in the trash cans.  But they are not satisfied with that.  No, they have to come out of the trash can in search of MY food.  They refuse to let me eat in peace. 

The real issue is that the trash cans are too close to the picnic tables.  People are too lazy to walk far to toss trash, so they make a free fly smorgasbord right next to where they set the good food.  Now nobody is happy but the flies.  They can have rotten food for the main course, then chow down on my hamburger for desert. 

That’s the problem with living too close to the trash.  You end up constantly swatting flies.  And in the end, even the good stuff gets spoiled.

Nevertheless even among the rulers many believed in Him, but because of the Pharisees they did not confess Him, lest they should be put out of the synagogue; for they loved the praise of men more than the praise of God.
        – John 12:42-43   NKJV