GOT GUNK?

I took my grandboys, Owen and Griffin, swimming Sunday night, followed by Graeter’s Ice Cream.  Owen wanted a small plastic Red’s ball cap in which to put his scoop.  Griffin chose a waffle cone dipped in chocolate with sprinkles.  We sat outside and enjoyed the flavor of it all.  Griffin had more than he could handle as ice cream melted and ran all over.  By the time he had my full attention, the only real thing I could have done to clean him up was to strip him naked and hose him down.  Ice cream was everywhere.  I dropped them off at their Mom and Dad’s, talked with Bryan out in the yard for a minute, when out came Owen from the house with green gunk in his hair, I mean really sticky adhesive stuff that would not come out.  Owen’s explanation was he needed something to hold his plastic Red’s cap on his head.  The final result of it all was that Owen got his hair buzzed short.   It was easier to grow a new head of hair than preserve the old.

I wonder with us, if there aren’t some similarities.  We get crud in our lives, stuff that shouldn’t be there, and rather than confessing it, cutting and cleaning it all out, and starting fresh, we try to hang on to it, manage it, work around it, maybe deal with it a little at a time, but it keeps us from the freedom and joy Christ wants us to have.  Got gunk?  Christ loves cutting it out.