Today is "trash day" on our block. As we went to bed last night Debbie said, "We gotta remember that tomorrow is trash day." I knew what she meant - all week long we gather up our trash (banana peels, coffee grounds, etc.) and hold it in containers in the garage. Then on "trash day" we move our trash cans from the garage to the curb so the "trash collectors" (sanitation workers - see, I can be PC) can toss it into their big truck. We call it "trash day" but surely we shouldn't label the entire day based on one event. Maybe we could call it "trash morning" - at least that way the entire day doesn't get hauled to the curb. Or maybe we could call it "get rid of trash day" - that seems to be more positive.
On that more philosophical note - every day should be "get rid of trash day." Every day things happen to us - offenses, wounds, sights, sounds, sins - that need to be gotten rid of. Every day we should "take out the trash" so that we can avoid the stench that happens when we hang on to trash too long. Daily confession, repentance, acceptance of God's mercy and restoration is the only way to make that happen. So I hereby delcare today as the official "Get rid of Trash Day." I have it on good authority, that The Sanitation Worker will be by your house today - "If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness." 1 John 1:9
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When Anna says, "Let's not forget tomorrow is trash day", she means "Hey Shawn, don't forget to take out the trash in the morning."
Rubbish day. That's what we call it in NZ. Trash is rubbish. Or maybe rubbish is trash. Rubbish sounds a bit more civilised. But not PC.
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