Laundry Lint

We ordered pizza delivered tonight. Tuesdays are pretty hellish at our house for schedule conflicts. Andy works every Tuesday from 7-3 or 7-7 and I pretty much work every waking hour of the day. My graceful mother keeps the house from burning down while we are away. Nearly 6:00 until both adults got home from work today. Chicken was thawing in the sink but looked very limp and untasty compared to a hot pizza delivered.

Lent is upon us. For the first time in years I have decided to make a sacrifice. I’m giving up meat. That’s tough and a little Catholic but it tis what it tis. So, pizza was okay and the mozarella sticks even better.

While discussing this sacrifice over dinner, talking about “giving things up for Lent” my daughter looked very confused. Liam had comments on my meatless menu, Andy said “this will work for you” and then Erin piped up with…”Isn’t Lent that white stuff that comes out of the laundry in little balls?”


I don’t remember learning much about Lent as a child. My Catholic friends were eating fish on fridays and moaning about going to Mass every weekend. That’s it. As an adult I’ve come to realize the significance of Lent, but honestly never gave it much thought.

Maybe this year.

But, I’ll chuckle every time I empty the dryer vent.


Being Church

Seven years ago, Andy and I, along with Todd and Twila Shertzer attempted to start a life group aimed at reaching people who otherwise wouldn’t step foot over the threshold of a holy place.  So many of our neighbors wanted to go to church but felt that they would be judged or preached to. Many had childhood experiences of church that left the bad flavor of brimstone in their throats.

Our timing was off.

No one is good enough to step foot into a church. None of us earned the right to show up and worship. Grace gave us the opportunity and love gave us the key.

When we finally decide to let go of our need to save souls and concentrate on loving people in our world then Jesus will show up in ways we have not imagined.

Problem is…we might get real. Our flaws and idiocies will be exposed. Our addictions and failures will come out. Our pride will be crushed and humility is mighty hard to live with. After all, we’re Christians, we’re perfect and we’ve got to show others the way to the truth, right?

Let’s not forget that each of us is only ONE person and each other person we touch values us only for what we bring to them and for what they can give us. It is not our job to save souls for Christ. It is our job to fully engage our lives and our neighbors no matter what religion they subscribe to. And hopefully, in that, they will see how Jesus lived and want to know more about him.

It’s hard. It’s long. It’s painful. It’s real.

It’s good.