Deuteronomy 6:9 And thou shalt write them upon the posts of thy house, and on thy gates - - so that your children will remember!!
Jeremiah 30:2 Thus the LORD God of Israel, says, Write thee all the words that I have spoken unto thee in a book.
Monday, August 10, 2015
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A True Story from my book Rescue the Stories Book One
Although I was very young probably no older than four years,
I remember the old large galvanized laundry tub sitting on our kitchen floor.
Mother had filled it half full with water and then she added
some hot water she had boiled on the stove to warm it up a bit.This was our Saturday night bath, and my Dad
was first.I do not remember him getting
in or out, but the memory of him sitting there with mother washing his back was
Our house did have inside water, but no bathroom, instead we
had what you might call a path to a standing outhouse on the alley.We were poor, but better off than some.
When I was five years old we moved from Exeter
because my dad had secured work on the Railroad as a switchman.Times were better!We now had a bathroom, several bed rooms, and
I enjoyed my own bed.
Each night as we prepared for bed, mother would fill a small
basin with warm water and we lined up for our “bath” of sorts.Standing at the kitchen sink, mother would
lather up the “wash rag” and scrub our neck, face and arms.Then she would give us a quick rinse with
another “rag,” and a small towel finished us and it was off to bed.
Although we conserved everything, water included, we did get
our weekly Saturday night bath.We did
not swim in a full tub, but the water line was maybe 2 inches deep.Enough for us to sit and allow mother to give
us a shampoo with bar soap and a rinse with a glass of water with a bit of
Now we were clean enough to wear our Sunday best for church
the next day.
Arriving at church, Mother would give us a quick once over
look.I hated this part, because
crystal-clear in my memory was the garish look in her eye as she inspected our
faces.Usually she would open her purse
and pull out her cotton hanky and wet it with a bit of spit.
I would close my eyes in a tight squint as she gave me the
final “spit bath” prior to us entering the church sanctuary.
I am reminded that the Bible says that when we come to Jesus
that he will bathe away all the spots of sin and we will become wrinkle free
and shine like the sun.
Jesus said in another place that there are times when our
feet come in contact with the world, and have become soiled with earthly dust,
it is needful that only our feet be washed.
Jesus was saying that although we are a Christian, and are
clean, we may need that touch up “Spit bath.”
Although I hated it when mother gave me a spit bath, may I
ever be ready to say, “Oh Jesus go ahead and Spit on me.”