Neck deep in DooDoo

Kick the can.  Oh how I loved to play and, growing up in Florida, and play we did.  I was in the third grade and it was a beautiful summer day.  Some of my best friends came over to play that day including Jim Burnham and his brother Pat, Mark Rinner, Ed Debee, and of course, my sister Carol.  There may have been others but the shock of what happened that day blurs my memory.

Jim was IT.  The can was kicked, Jim started counting and we all scattered.  I did not like sneaking to re-kick the can so my usual strategy was to find an nice place to hide and hunker down.  The problem was, we had been playing for a while and most of the really good places had already been used at least once. Our house was positioned on the front of our small lot with a separate garage and bedroom behind.  At the rear of our lot was a shallow ditch and beyond that were neighboring yards that were out of bounds.  One of the neighbors had a thick hedge running along the ditch so I hopped the ditch and peered along the back side of the hedge.  We usually avoided this hedge because these neighbors raised large Boxer dogs for show and the dogs were never very friendly.  They had a 6 bay dog run just beyond the hedge and the dogs always barked and growled if you came near.  Today was different.  The dogs were gone off to a show and all was quiet.  What a great day to use the hedge as a place to hide.

Jim was counting, 40, 41, 42.  Not much time left.  Suddenly I spotted a cool looking fox hole right next to the hedge.  As the count reached 50, I jumped into the hole with glee and sank up to my arm pits in DOG POOP.  Slimy, smelly, mushy, moldy, DOG POOP!.  I let out a scream that must have made everyone think that I was dying.  They all popped out of their hiding places and ran to see what was the matter.  I was scrambling to get out of the hole but it was so slimy that it took several tries to claw my way out.  By the time I got out, I was covered with poop up to my chin and surrounded by a circle of friends who could not contain their laughter.

I did the only thing a person can do in such a situation.  I ran toward the house screaming MOM! at the top of my lungs.  It was Saturday and mom was doing the laundry and already had the sheets hanging on the line.  She ran out of the house expecting the worst and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw my brown smelly form racing toward her followed by a small crowd of pointing, jeering kids.

Oh! how I wanted to run in the house and hide but mom blocked the way and said, NO you don’t buster.  We have to clean you up.  She sent all the kids packing for home and made my sister go inside.  Then she grabbed the garden hose and hit me with a stream of cool water.  After a few minutes of hosing, I thought I looked pretty good but she said, “Now, take off your clothes.  All of them.”  I had to strip down to my birthday suit as she continued to spray for at least another 5 minutes.  Finally, we headed into the house and I spent about an hour in the tub soaking and bathing and recovering from this unforgetable, poopy, experience

The Bible says in Isaiah 64:6, “All of us have become like one who is unclean,  and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away.”  God will not let us into heaven unless we are completely cleaned up and we can NOT do the job ourselves by our works or good deeds.  Even the best things we do, our “righteous acts,” are like filthy rags when compared to the goodness that God requires.  This is why Jesus Christ had to die for us and make the perfect payment for our sins.  He rose again victorious over death and sin.  When we trust in Him, he will give us HIS righteousness as a free gift.  Second Corinthians 5:21 says, “God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.”  God cleans us up.  One day we will leave this old body of sin and enter heaven clothed with the perfect righteousness that he gives us.   Its a gift, as it says in Romans 6:23, “For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.”  You can accept this gift through faith in Jesus Christ.  Jesus said, “Truly, He that believes in me has everlasting life.” (John 6:47)

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