the dumpster
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A couple days ago i got to take the trash out to the dumpster at work. The truth is i don't mind it, it gets me out of the store and into fresh air (except right around the dumpster). The dumpster itself is absolutely filthy -black, water, greasy, slimy -flat out indescribably disgusting. There is a liquid substance on the ground outside the dumpster. The really creepy, nasty part is that it doesn't go away. In the dry, hot, desert it remains like an oasis of nasty. This substance somehow defies & laughs in the face of what science calls evaporation. And our trashcan we use to transport our trash to the dumpster -disgusting yes -but foul! I mean if you get a whiff of it its-make your gag reflexes go off -foul.
But as I looked around at this dirty, smelly place, throwing trash bags into the dumpster it all hit me again. The dirtiness, smelliness, foulness of it all -reminded me of the place our Savior was born. I was awe-struck again to think of God emptying himself, humbling himself, lowering himself to that low of a place -taking on all of what it meant to put on skin and step into "our world". No short cuts or special privileges, but doing exactly what needed to be done so it all could be restored once again.
Seriously, for just a moment the dumpster, trash, smell and sight of it all, became one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.
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