Garbage Day

Alfie, Kirsten, Miles and Elly.Friday is garbage day in our little community. I don’t like to run outside on Fridays because every few feet I am greeted with cans, boxes and containers of smelly, marinating trash. Normally I would hold my breath while passing by, but when I run I am sucking air as my lungs demand, no control at all. My typical route takes me out of our neighborhood and into an affluent pocket of town where the landscape is perfect and each lawn is always pristine. But on Fridays, the wealthy have garbage day just like the rest of us. Stinking and overflowing.

What a great reminder that although some people appear to have it all together, to have a perfect marriage and family, to have that sin mastered and never doubt their purpose in life, they have garbage too. It may appear to be better contained but it’s still garbage.

All of us have become like one who is unclean,
    and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags;
we all shrivel up like a leaf,
    and like the wind our sins sweep us away.

Isaiah 64:6


This picture is from a photo experiment done by Gregg Segal, depicting a week’s worth of trash collected by different US families. It’s fascinating:

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