A Lesson in Humility
As a writer, life experiences sometimes inspire ideas for an article, but I never expected a menial household chore to be one of them.
You see, I had an attack of domesticity the other day and decided to clean out my refrigerator. I realized the contents could very easily be used to get rid of a spouse, backstabbing friend, noisy neighbor ... well, the possibilities are endless, and their passing would more than likely be determined an "accidental poisoning".
I hate to admit that I had cottage cheese that expired three months ago, hidden behind a plastic container filled with something that had morphed into a green, slimy substance, strategically concealed by all the newly purchased grocery items. In fact, there were several hidden plastic containers, and some of the slime was even black. Did you know jelly can mold? I guess 2020 wasn't a good year for grapes. Of course, let's not forget salad dressing, apple sauce, a jar of maraschino cherries (I don't even recall buying them), and, of course, the now unidentifiable veggies in plastic bags.
Not only did this gag-inducing chore give me ideas for a future serial killer book, but encouraged me to be more diligent in checking expiration dates and discarding the old stuff. It's bad enough facing slime and mold, but the smell.....that alone could do someone in.
And ... here it comes ... it gave me food for thought: Just like expired items in the fridge, unresolved anger or hurt will fester and eventually poison your soul if you don't throw it out through forgiveness.
Lent is this Wednesday ... let's clean!