I tend to use the same things over and over. For instance, I’ll drink coffee out of the same cup every day, use the same towel, sit in the same spot, and use a particular wash cloth to take off my make up. I wash them mind you, but those are the things I like, so I use them!
I had a favorite wash cloth that I used to use to take off my make up. I would sit it in the same spot, and everyone knew that was my face washing cloth. One night, my friend Stacey was over, we were just hanging out having a good time; which is hard not to do with her around! It was getting late, so I told Stacey I’d be right back, that I was going to wash my face.
I came back and sat down at the table, ready to resume the fun! I picked up right where we’d left off, when in mid sentence, Stacey said, “You didn’t use that wash cloth on the side of the tub to wash your face did you?” “You know I did! That’s my face washing wash cloth. Everyone knows that!” The look on her face worried me. She looked as if maybe she’d seen a ghost. “Why the weird look?” I asked. “It was clean! I always put it there.” Still, she was looking horrified. Now, I was getting scared. “What the heck is wrong with you?!” I exclaimed. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” What she said next turned my world upside down, and sent me into a frenzy of emotions that I hope I never revisit.
She started telling me how she’d went to the bathroom, and how she couldn’t find any toilet paper. I sat there holding my breath. Surely she wasn’t about to say what I thought she was going to say. My stomach turned. “Let me guess” I asked. “You just skipped the whole wiping process, right?” I was SO hoping she would say yes, but alas, that wasn’t the answer.
She told me that, in desperation, she’d wiped with that wash cloth, rinsed it out and put it back. I didn’t think anything of it being wet, because I’d used it that morning to wash the sleep out of my eyes. She assured me that it was just pee, and that she’d rinsed it out really good. I sat there frozen. I had washed my face with the same thing Stacey had just wiped her butt with! Nausea engulfed my entire being. Then anger filled my heart! She KNEW! EVERYONE who’d ever known me, and been to my house knew!! How could she?! I really wanted to punch her, but I just sat there staring. After she sat there, for what felt like an eternity, watching me try to talk myself out of vomiting, and spinning
into a nervous breakdown, or at least a fit of rage, she burst out laughing.
I can tell you, I was not amused! Who does that?! The more she laughed, the madder I got. All I could get out was “Why?!” By this point, she was laughing so hard she could barely talk. I sat there glaring at her, hoping she’d get choked or something, when finally she said, “Girl! I’m joking! I didn’t use your dang wash cloth!” I won’t repeat what I called her. Let’s just say it wasn’t very nice.
Today, that’s funny. Back then, not so much! I’ve learned now to be a little more flexible. I’ve also learned to keep plenty of toilet paper in plain sight when Stacey’s coming over! I’m glad that the blood of Jesus washes us clean, and white as snow, because I sure felt like I needed cleansing that night!
We’re all sin-infected, sin-contaminated. Our best efforts are grease-stained rags. Isaiah 64:6