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Back as the spring was warming up, one of my daughters commissioned her dad to hang a rope from our deck to a great big tree. Soon after, the ages old practice of hanging her clothes on the line, began.

After seeing her take clothes off the line with a folded crease, down the middle, from where she had hung them, I purchased clothes pins for her use.

Once school and work were done, and summer break began, I joined her in her environmental exercise of hanging clothes on the line. My participation was more selfish … I did not want to use a heat-producing appliance in the summer heat.

As my habit began to form, I grew to love hanging out clothes out on the rope, even with the dollar store pins that snapped apart frequently. Though the clothes came in less soft, and with more wrinkles, they also smelled heavenly fresh, and my whites sparkled after experiencing the natural bleaching power of the sun.

I did have inner turmoil about … unmentionables. Would I hang them, for all the world to see (or the families who came to our pool for swim lessons with my daughter)? My uncertainty faded and soon I was letting it all hang out.

One day, while reaching up to pin a piece of clothing to our rope, I thought about how joyful I was to hang my dirty laundry, holes and all. I thought how I am not at all joyful about hanging metaphorical laundry for all to see. I prefer to take care of that in the privacy of my home, behind closed doors.

This is how our modern, self sufficient, independent, outward focused world works, and we expect that even the tough stuff of life can be dealt with on the speed cycle, folded and placed back in our closet without even our closest neighbour catching sight of our stains.

The Bible is full of sin-stained people, and it is through them that God reminds us of our human need of cleansing.

In Psalm 51, after Nathan has confronted David over the dirty Bathsheba affair, King David dumps his dirty laundry at the feet of God.

David was aware that his dirty laundry was now in view of the kingdom, and of the greatest king. It was the publicity of his sins that brought him to his knees in humility. From that vantage point, his sin stained laundry could be bleached spotless.

To read this Psalm is to recognize the therapeutic benefits of hanging ones laundry out on a clothesline, and once dried in the wind and sun, to retrieve what was pinned there, only better and brighter.

“Generous in love—God, give grace!
Huge in mercy—wipe out my bad record.
Scrub away my guilt,
soak out my sins in your laundry.
I know how bad I’ve been;
my sins are staring me down.
You’re the One I’ve violated, and you’ve seen
it all, seen the full extent of my evil.
You have all the facts before you;
whatever you decide about me is fair.
I’ve been out of step with you for a long time,
in the wrong since before I was born.
What you’re after is truth from the inside out.
Enter me, then; conceive a new, true life.
Soak me in your laundry and I’ll come out clean,
scrub me and I’ll have a snow-white life.
Tune me in to foot-tapping songs,
set these once-broken bones to dancing.
Don’t look too close for blemishes,
give me a clean bill of health.
God, make a fresh start in me,
shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life.
Don’t throw me out with the trash,
or fail to breathe holiness in me.
Bring me back from gray exile,
put a fresh wind in my sails!
Give me a job teaching rebels your ways
so the lost can find their way home.
Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God,
and I’ll sing anthems to your life-giving ways.
Unbutton my lips, dear God;
I’ll let loose with your praise.
Going through the motions doesn’t please you,
a flawless performance is nothing to you.
I learned God-worship
when my pride was shattered.
Heart-shattered lives ready for love
don’t for a moment escape God’s notice.
Make Zion the place you delight in,
repair Jerusalem’s broken-down walls.
Then you’ll get real worship from us,
acts of worship small and large,
Including all the bulls
they can heave onto your altar!”


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So, that 6am sky is darker, and the air is chillier when I let the Beast out for her morning ablutions. The bags under my eyes are baggier and my coffee need greater. The laundry basket is fuller and the refrigerator is emptier. The energy is  s o   m u c h   l o w e r  and the to do list is so much longer.

The fall routines of back to school have begun, from earlier wake ups, to lunch making, to mounds of laundry (what exactly does everyone wear in the summer that causes the amount of laundry to double once school starts?), and now we are all eagerly awaiting the best part of the first week of school … the weekend!

When students and school staff walk out of the school doors this afternoon, when moms and dads bring their minivans full of childhood or adolescent bodies home, when parents park their vehicles on Friday evening, a sigh of relief will echo across the land.

This afternoon marks the end of making lunches (and driving them to school midday when they call to tell you they forgot it at home), the end of early mornings, the end of papers to sign, and an opportunity to relax and take a breath from the marathon that is the first week of school.

Truly, if we still have the energy and ability to read this post, lift our delivery pizza to our mouths, and flip the TV channels we can say that we have survived. I’m not talking thriving, just surviving!

The newness of pencils and papers, shiny running shoes, and finding out who the teachers are for the year have all come and gone, and next week it’s all just the regular routine. And, I have to admit, I like it. I fall into this routine so quickly, so easily, so naturally. It has been the routine of my life, minus my baby birthing and rearing season of life.

After all, a school year allows you to make countdowns …

only eighteen school days until Thanksgiving weekend
only fifteen weeks until Christmas break
only nine and a half months until summer break …

What can I say, goals are one of the keys to survival!

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