GARBAGE PICK-UP DAY

We live in a condo community where everything is very neat and uniform. It pretty much looks the same most of the time, except on trash day. Even then, we all have exactly the same huge garbage and recycling bins, designed to be emptied by an automated refuse system. It all seems so tidy. But let’s face it; inside those bins is garbage. They stand at attention, symmetrically spaced, lids closed, but no matter how we dress it up, life is messy. Glorious Father, forgive my attempts to hide my rubbish. My wrongdoing knows no limits, yet You do not turn away in disgust. Cleanse me afresh.