My first job I ever had was bagger at Frank's Supermarket. I loved it, most of it. It was always the low-man on the list who had to respond to the call over the PA "cleanup in isle..."
We never know what we would find, but rest assured at times it was bad. I will spare you the details.
Now as a dad I am once again the position of cleanup man. It is my job. My children make messes. Sometimes it is because they are acting out, but most of the times it's because of an accident while they are learning how to perfect a new task....or because they are sick, or just doing what babies doo (pun intended).
Whatever the reason they need help. I am the dad, it is my house, they are my children. I cannot leave the mess. Enter in today's readings. The great cleanup in isle earth.
Jeremiah reminds up that our father is familiar with all our messes. He even knows when and where they will happen. And John shows us the great cleanup plan. To a really messy woman. There is no "pick up your mess". She knows she can't. This cleanup lasted. Not a mop and wringer bucket like I used back at Frank's, but blood and a cross.
Unlike me, The Father does not complain when he is called into the mess. He forsook it all to do so. Mess after mess after mess he comes. We just need to call on the intercom.
Happy Lent, the Master Cleanup Man is waiting with His tools. Don't stay dirty.
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