A long weekend at the beach yields interesting possibilities. Yesterday afternoon...junkin'. We went to four little stores right together...three belongs to one person...small houses that flowed into each other and were filled literally with all kinds of junk and art. The downside is that what is classified as antique/junk now is what I grew up with as a child...(new experience and no comments needed from the young peanut gallery--it will happen to you, too...) The upside is what it does to your imagination...looking at all kids of weird things and imagining what you might do with them to re-purpose them. You would never want to mash the potatoes with the rusty potato masher, but it might make a cool little planter/window box stuck upside down in the dirt as "utensil flowers" with some interesting foliage.
The second "store" was one house with all really nice antiques/art/objects...OK, aside from making my nursing school daughter laugh, I don't know what you would really do with a porcelain bedpan...but everything was in good condition. It was all interesting to look at, but did nothing to stimulate my imagination. Really, all I wanted to do was go somewhere else. I wasn't much interested in filling my life with old things that were too nice to stick upside down in a pile of dirt to make someone smile...
I was thinking about the church in the same way. We are either a bunch of rusty, broken, shabby items that eagerly wait to be re-purposed in ways that bring about the Kingdom of God, or we are perfect, old items that no one has much use for except to furnish the formal parlor while the rest of life happens in the kitchen...or the yard...or the neighborhood...
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