We cleaned out this toxic scum of a baptistery that was sicker than the bat of diarrhea my team’s had this month (which we’ve so affectionately referred to as the “peeps”)
Weird how before I got in the water I would barely tip toe my pinky on the edge because I was so grossed, but once I finally just jumped in, it became pretty doable…made me think a lot about the messes I’ve made in my own life. Before I got entrapped by certain sins to the point of destruction, it was the same kind of tip toe effect. At first I would barely scratch the surface of darkness because it was so scary and foreign, but once I’d dived in, it became comfortably manageable. Then before I knew it, I was knee deep in the same toxic-ness of this Slimer abode, but much deeper and more complicated than I would have ever thought.
I’m thankful that the mess can become clean with lots o’ uncomfy work. I’m thankful for being pulled out of the slimy pit and I’m more and more floored about how much I didn’t realize how sick I was to begin with until my feet were set on solid ground. Thankful for restoration, redemption, and renewal, as well as for some killer scrubby brushes and some type of pungent antibacterial Clorox concoction.
It was nice to get to help our Pastor out in a tangible way and hilarious to wade around in sewage-esque sludge together too.
