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The Preacher’s Corner And just what’s in your kitchen drawers? I’ve recently had an encounter with a part of my house I suppose many of you have shared, namely organizing the kitchen drawer. I think everybody has a kitchen drawer; for some people it spills over into multiple drawers, the garage, the basement, and the attic! This is the place where you put odd items that cannot be classified or categorized to go with other items, but which you feel you may need, sometimes that you will even need often, and so you want them at the ready. My kitchen drawer had become so full that I could not find anything in it. So I dumped the whole drawer into a box and began sorting. Some of the items I returned to the drawer, others I discarded. Here is what I found—rubber bands, garbage sack twist-ties—these latter two by the hundreds, although it always seems that when I need a rubber band or twist-tie, I can never find them—paper clips, books of matches for lighting the charcoal grill—a pair of scissors so dull it will not cut paper, a thingamajig that opens tight lids on jars, an instruction book for the hot water heater, a partly used Brillo pad, silver polish, cloths and cleaner for eyeglasses, various notes to phone people (sorry if I did not return your call), bottle openers, stir paddles for mixing paint, several dried-up tubes of Crazy Glue, connectors for my model train track, old pet vaccination tags, Scotch tape, masking tape, packing tape, several keys that open I know not what, a padlock, and wouldn’t you know, that recipe card for Mama’s homemade ice cream that I mislaid several years ago! There is also a wonderful device that I have to describe. It is one of those devices that you order off the TV—although this thing is so old it must have been sent off for with box tops or coupons. It is purported to scale fish perfectly. I know Daddy used it when I was a child on the crappie, bream, and bass he used to catch at Lake Beulah, and seemed to work reasonably well at that time. Mama would cook fish, but would not clean them, and this was about the extent of my father’s kitchen skills. The fish I get come from the store, so I have had no use for the fish scaler, although it does open small jar lids nicely (that other thingamajig I mentioned, I use for big ones), and so I keep the fish scaler as a memento of daddy’s fishing trips—my, those fresh-caught fish were delicious! We humans (well, some humans) seem to have an innate urge to organize things. I confess I possess this in only modest degree. The Bible speaks of this when God set Adam and Eve to naming the animals, and it must reflect the divine character, for God carefully made the creation in all its various parts, taking six days—each with its varied task. Jesus also said that God numbers the hairs on our heads and marks a sparrow’s fall. That is a lot to keep up with, but I have trouble even with my kitchen drawer. Hopefully, now, I’ll be able to find things when I need them. I have a friend’s wife who offers her services professionally as a home organizer. She says she has started out with a good many customers, but that some fall by the wayside. I’d have to clean up before she could start. But I try. I think that my “Come to Jesus” moment was when I lived in Chicago and saw a TV news report on a woman who had to be removed from her house by the Health Department. They had loaded her onto a gurney and were wheeling her to the ambulance, and she was crying out, “I meant to clean up! I promise that I did.” God forgive us for our sins of omission as well as commission! Amen. |
     
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