I love trash day. I just relly love it. And do you know what I love more than trash day? I love the trash day that comes every two weeks when it is also our recycling day. That makes trash day even more satisfying.
Right now, we have both our trash and recycling ready to go out to the curb. And, not only is it just regular trash, but there is some trash of things that I cleaned through this weekend. You know — like the giant rubbermaid full of graduate school work, which was mostly articles that I had made copies of? Yeah, I kept a couple of binders of stuff and got rid of the rest. So, now this makes trash day even more exciting!
I always wondered why it was so darn exciting to me. Sure — I realized that I just loved the clean feeling of it. But, then when I went to a First Reconciliation (confession) service, the priest tried to talk to kids about reconciliation in a way they would understand better. He said that sin building up in you is like trash building up at your house. You have to take out the trash every so often, or else your house would turn into some place you wouldn’t want to be. So, reconciliation was like taking out the trash inside you.
I, of course, couldn’t help but smile. (I smiled even more when Noah said, excitedly, “I want God to take the trash out of me!”)
As we gathered up our trash tonight, I remarked (as I often do) about how much I love trash day. Then, I realized, it’s like trash day is absolution for our house.
Now, if I could just stop bringing the stuff into my house to start off with, that would be even better. I suppose that in this analogy though, that’s like avoiding the near occasion of sin. I suspect I would be a lot happier if I could manage that.
photo by rod bk
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