Something Smells…

27 Jul

My computer tells me it’s 4:23am. I’ve spent the last couple of hours in my bed trying to fall asleep. But no luck. You know when your mind just races from one idea to the next and from memory to memory? And your body is so tired but your mind seems to be on steroids or caffeine or some sort of highly concentrated energy drink? That’s kinda what’s happening right now. It’s like my brain is a bee hive and thousands of bees are racing to get nectar to the hive to make honey, but the mother bee just needs a break and wants to take a nap. A long nap.

So, in hope that typing up my thoughts will help my mind calm down, I’m bothering you all with this post of mine. Please forgive my mind. It doesn’t mean to be so annoying.

4:29am. How time is so bothersome!

I visited my nonna last Sunday. (For all you non-Italians, “nonna” means grandmother.) She turned 78 years old. It’s such an interesting experience going to my nonna’s house. When I was in elementary school, my mom would drop me off at nonna’s house during the summer because there was no one home to look after me. My nonna and I would pass around a tennis ball with old hockey sticks from the mid 1980’s. On top of her garage lies a giant green traffic light. No red or yellow, just the green. It’s a nice touch of genuine Italian-Montreal decor. In the garage, there is a small television with cable, an old fridge to keep all the Pepsis almost freezing, a beat up sofa and some sort of suspended futon that rocks back and forth.

You enter the house by the side door, which is adjacent to the garage. You never enter by the front door. It’s just not done. Once inside, you have two choices: downstairs or upstairs. If you choose downstairs, you have the luxury of two lazy boys and unlimited cable TV. You also have the incredible inconvenience of a five-and-a-half-foot ceiling. If you choose upstairs, you enter the main kitchen and dining room with chandeliers and furniture that belong in some neo-Victorian cottage in Newcastle, England.

Everything in my nonna’s house is better off not being discovered. For instance, you do not want to open the cabinet next to the bathroom, nor do you want to take a peak behind those wooden boards that hide the basement shower. Last Sunday I decided to open the cabinet in the bathroom. Very soon after, a potent blend of old razors, Q-Tips and towels gone bad hit me like a tidal wave hits a fishing boat. What a smell that was! Like I said, it’s better not to open things that look suspicious.

In some weird way, it makes me think about how we keep spiritual problems from God and from Christian friends and family. It might sound somewhat cliché, but sin bottled up inside are never good for you. Actually that doesn’t sound “somewhat” cliché. It sounds incredibly cliché. But it’s true nevertheless. Just like those old towels in the cabinet, it starts to stink and funk up the place.  It’s essential that you open up to God, first and foremost. If you’re too afraid or ashamed to go to God with your sin, then you’ll never conquer it.

1 John 1:6-10If we claim to have fellowship with him yet walk in the darkness, we lie and do not live by the truth. But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin. If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. If we claim we have not sinned, we make him out to be a liar and his word has no place in our lives.

The Lord Almighty has promised us complete forgiveness and purification if we choose to go to Him with our sin. There is no reason for us to conceal our sin from him. You gotta expose it. You have to open that cabinet and let all that stink come out. It’s like flossing before going to bed. You’re disgusted by what’s caught between your teeth, but you have to get in there and get all that gunk out. Or else, it’ll turn that white smile into a brown nightmare.

All this elaborate description of my nonna’s house to say one thing: don’t let your teeth rot. Don’t let that cabinet stink. Don’t let your heart turn bad.

5:30am. Back to bed.

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2 Responses to “Something Smells…”

  1. joyinthevalley July 27, 2010 at 7:58 pm #

    Your best post yet!
    If only Nonna’s decor was Victorian…Nothing English about that place I tell you.

  2. Anon July 28, 2010 at 10:37 pm #

    The Lord promises His beloved sleep and his children can have the “rest of the righteous” unless of course you’re up to something which keeps you awake and worried..
    As for the parts in our life that may “smell” as you put it – we have available to us the strength to “lay aside every weight and sin which clings so closely and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us looking to Jesus the founder and perfected of our faith…..” (Hebrews12:1-2) ..He already conquered all and
    we are more than conquerers in Him…
    Blessings, young man

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