There isn’t a garage in America that doesn’t have a random piece of metal on a shelf or in a box in the corner by your kid’s old skateboard. Any garage in good standing also contains jars with various screws, nails, metal and rubber washers, and assorted wires. It has a container of ‘plant gro’, that nasty, dusty stuff you shake over your roses to urge them along. You’ve got half a can of motor oil you’re too lazy to take to your town’s ‘dangerous liquid dump’ day. You have a rake with a broken tyne that *sproings!* when it hits a root or a branch. And a lint roller. And a half dozen paint stir sticks you got free from ‘Big Box’, the tool store. A rolled up bag of potting soil. Three garden gloves. A tape measure that sticks but you won’t throw away because you convinced yourself you never know when you need to measure something 53″ or less. An FM/AM radio that has that hideous scratch when you adjust the volume.
You know the score.
This piece of metal, The Purging Lutheran is pretty sure was used for a bed frame, sure looks like someone went a little nuts with the hole punch machine. I’m depending my social security on this feller? Oy!
Mary and Martha
As they continued their travel, Jesus entered a village. A woman by the name of Martha welcomed him and made him feel quite at home. She had a sister, Mary, who sat before the Master, hanging on every word he said. But Martha was pulled away by all she had to do in the kitchen. Later, she stepped in, interrupting them. “Master, don’t you care that my sister has abandoned the kitchen to me? Tell her to lend me a hand.”
The Master said, “Martha, dear Martha, you’re fussing far too much and getting yourself worked up over nothing. One thing only is essential, and Mary has chosen it—it’s the main course, and won’t be taken from her.”