I’m awake and emotionally recharged enough to be able to get down some more thoughts about the dump now. I wrote a lot about Jordan yesterday and how God is his only hope not to be the fifth generation digging through garbage. Not usually one for this kind of metaphor, I was surprised to be struck by this thought, but I realized how much you can apply that to our lives. Christ is the only one who pulls us out of the garbage of sin we build up around us in our own lives.
I also peeled fruit for maybe 45 minutes. The woman who was working in the kitchen asked for some help, and pulled out two long yellow-green fruits maybe a foot long each, and four or five inches in diameter. They also had an in-and-out curving shape around so when you sliced them, the pieces fell in a rounded-off star shape.
The thin yellow-green rind had to come off before she could blend the fruta into jugo. It took me a while to get the hang of it, but eventually I could go around the whole slice and get the rind off in a single piece with not a gigantic amount of fruit in the trash. I was probably three-quarters finished when I thought about this ugly, inedible rind coming off as another one of those sin symbols. God has to strip so much away from me before I can taste good bear fruit.
I’ll lay off the philosophy and let that mean whatever you want.
