God hates automatic dishwashing machines! The reason I know this is because I hate automatic dishwashing machines!
Yes, I am aware of the studies that “prove” that dishwashing machines use less water and energy and are better for the environment. However, my question about this (and all other studies that prove or disprove this or that) is, “Who financed the study?”
I have an exceedingly current reason for this rant. The sad tale goes as follows.
My wife loves to cook and bake. This is good, because she’s good at it and I love to eat. However, this creates a lot of dishes. I try to do most of them.
My wife had baked some cakes to take last night to some needy folks whom we feed on Monday nights at our church. When she came home, I rinsed off the cake pans (none too well), and put them into the dishwasher. I was tired, so I said to myself, “Let the dishwasher do the work this time!”
This morning, I got up early and started unloading the dishwasher. I got out a new drying towel and began drying the cake pans. Problem? Cake was still caked on the cake pans. (And yes, I did remember to run the dishwasher!)
I was ticked! I made a vow that I would wash all dishes by hand from here on out. We’ll see how long that vow will hold.
As I was rather angrily doing most of the dishes from the dishwasher by hand, it suddenly occurred to me that God hates dishwashers too. Or, at least, God doesn’t use them. God washes us by hand.
“Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity And cleanse me from my sin.” So says David in Psalm 51:2. Throughout the Old and New Testament, we are told repeatedly that, even when his people sin, God doesn’t give up on them. Punish, yes. Give up, no. God’s desire is that we repent of our sin. Repent is an old-fashioned word that likely embraces the ideas of being sorry for our wrong-doing, confessing them, and turning to God and away from those wrong-doings. When we repent, God begins the cleansing process. God washes us by hand, and no one has hands that are as thorough as God’s. God is careful not to break any of his dishes, but he sure scrubs hard, and unlike dishes, we humans have feelings and free will. We don’t like to be washed thoroughly.
Like virtually all little boys (and some girls), we would rather take a beating than a bath. God scrubs us like my grandma scrubbed me when I was little. When I protested during a bath that she was hurting poor little me, my grandma said, “If you aren’t pink, you aren’t clean,” and kept right on scrubbing.
God uses abrasive scouring pads, strong soap, hot water, and lots of elbow grease. He scrubs us again, if we are not clean enough to suit him.
I’d like to do the dishes once, and be done with them. Unfortunately, they seem to get dirty again. We get dirty again too. Old preachers used to talk about “keeping short accounts with God.” We need to do the same with God. Dishes are much easier to wash if the grime hasn’t set up.
We need to confess our mess-ups to God. We need to ‘fess up if we want God to clean our mess up.
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