Monday’s Musing–Dirty Hands


Flu season was upon us. Jen and I were sleeping peacefully when I heard our bedroom door open. Climbing out of my deep sleep I saw our daughter Abby standing in the doorway looking very pale and discomfited. I looked at the clock—2:12—and snorted. But before I could say anything she coughed and proceeded to be sick all over herself, the floor, and the throw rug.

I nudged Jen awake (she grunted and tried to roll over but I wouldn’t let her), jumped out of bed, and rushed Abby off to the bathroom. A few minutes later I discovered she had been sick in her bed as well.

Wait. It gets worse.

While Jen cleaned Abby and changed her clothes I pulled the sheets off the bed and replaced them with clean ones. While doing this I heard some commotion in the bathroom again only to find out our youngest daughter Caroline was also sick—and had been sick in her bed.

More sheets to change, more tears to dry, more . . . sickness . . . to clean up. Needless to say, it wasn’t a pretty sight (parents reading this are no doubt nodding their heads, fully aware of what the scene looked, and, ahem, smelled like).

An hour later we were climbing back into bed only to spend the next hour making numerous trips (mostly false alarms) to the bathroom.

I apologize for the somewhat graphic depiction of our little visit from the flu bug. I realize it is a most unpleasant experience and one most of us don’t like to talk about, especially in such detail.

But I do have a point. We parents love our children. We love them when they are lovely, of course—when their hair is tidy and pulled up into little pigtails, when their clothes are clean and well-pressed, and when their manners are sharp and timely.

But we also love them when they are unlovely—when they are sick and cranky and smelly, and when they get us up at two o’clock and make us dirty our hands with their vomit.

Maybe you see where I’m going with this, but in case you don’t, let me point the way. We, as God’s children, have not (and are not) always been lovely. There was a time when we were lost and filthy, when our best intentions were nothing more than used, soiled rags, and when we wallowed in our own vomit of sin.

But God still loved us. In fact, He loved us so much He sacrificed everything for us. The Bible says that God demonstrated His love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

While we were still sinners—while we were dirty, smelly, soiled children, most unlovable—God looked down on us and loved us. And He loves us still, not only when we are well-behaved, obedient, and walking in step with His will, but when we stumble and fall, when we are hit with the flu bug of selfishness and arrogance, and when we are sick from habitual sin and cranky from constant failures.

Our Father loves us and is not afraid of getting His hands dirty to pull us up out of the mire and set us on the solid ground of His love.

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Mike Dellosso is an author of wide-eyed suspense. He writes stories that not only entertain but enlighten.

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