Have you ever been caught with your hand in the cookie jar?
Oh! That’s right, we Christians are supposed to be perfect and don’t do things like that. Let alone admit to it.
One of Papa ten Boom’s most famous quotes, “Just because the mouse lives in the cookie jar, doesn’t make him a cookie,” always reminds me of my fallibility. He knew the truth.
It was the washing machine.
Slowly removing my hand from the cookie jar, under the unmoving gaze of the Editor, she states in perfect English, “No wonder your shirts don’t fit.”
Quick as a wink, Papa ten Boom’s quote comes back into my head, “It was the washing machine.”
Like so many times, I have seen that adorable face crinkle in absolute unbelief.
“It was the washing machine. Everyone knows that when the shirts manufactured from Acetate, Lastex and Spandex mixes with Ozone from the electric motor, duplicates an untenable complex reactive polymer contained in Kevlar and Rayon. Then the shirt shrinks.”
By this time she is reaching for the ‘Milo’. (A wooden spoon used to adjust naughty children’s attitudes – that’s where the term, it’s amazing what a difference Milo makes, comes from.)
I imagine the long line waiting at the immigration desk to the Pearly Gates and wonder how many people will be blaming it on the washing machine.
I hold the card in my hand as the line slowly draws closer to the desk. Glancing down I see, Jesus’ credit card, free entry, written across it and below that, Jack Dey, forgiven in full.
Do you have Jesus’ credit card? Or are you going to blame it on the washing machine?
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