It is a waste basket. Of course it is a waste basket. What else could it be? Nothing else. At one time it held waste such as paper cups, used tissues
Audience: Is this going to be one of those long lists?
… broken pencils, beer bottle caps, old service folders, unbendabackable paper clips, fuzz or lint from your pants pockets, dried pens and markers, a 12″ plastic ruler you tried to pry open that can of paint with, an unused bandaid, a bookmark your son used as a toothpick
Audience: ((sigh)) Maybe some junk mail?
… an unopened envelope from Edward Jones – Financial Advisors, a partially eaten cranberry muffin, a swizzle stick from MacDonalds, a business card from Junior’s Used Cars and Boating Supplies, Inc., a toy fuzzy the dog chewed in two (which made your 4 year old daughter very sad), a price tag from a new shirt, and
Audience: “And” – He’s finished!
… Andy Roddick professional tennis player rookie cards, a gum wrapper, a post-it note with chewed gum wrapped in it, watermelon seeds, game tokens from the state fair, and a squashed bug. But not all at the same time, though it is large enough that it could have held all these items at the same time. But not this time. This time it held road salt used to melt ice and snow from The Purging Lutheran’s driveway. It didn’t snow last winter so the salt melted into a syrupy yuck.
Out it goes, Sam!
We’re all sin-infected, sin-contaminated.
Our best efforts are grease-stained rags.
We dry up like autumn leaves—
sin-dried, we’re blown off by the wind.
No one prays to You
or makes the effort to reach out to You
Because You’ve turned away from us,
left us to stew in our sins.