Peggy: Y'all know where I'm going with this. Done got my fiddle out to play a few rounds of There's a Hole in the Bucket Ole' Liza, Ole' Liza. Only my farm neighbor, Cheryl, had a much better rendition. And she's at the bottom of one humdinger of a hole. Sit down on that there bucket, aim at the spittoon in the corner while keepin' yer boots downwind, and take a listen.
Cheryl: Living in a remote area adjacent to a coal mine can be very
challenging. We do not have city water.
We get our water from the roof top of the garage behind our home. The water goes into the gutters and is transported
into our cistern, coal mine dust, dirt, and all. A cistern is a large cavity which is dug into the ground
about twelve to fourteen feet deep.
Usually the bottom is made of clay or sandstone that is a natural layer
in the earth. From this sandstone the
walls are shaped with bricks and mortar up and up to the top until the cistern
is in the shape of a vessel; narrow at the top and spreading out at the bottom.
The shape is much like an upside down wine glass. The top of the cistern has a square of
concrete about five feet square with a smaller concrete lid that measures two
foot square. The base of this cistern is
about ten to twelve foot in diameter. We do not drink or cook with the cistern water. We use this water for all baths, laundry, and
cleaning. We buy our drinking
water.
About two weeks prior to Easter, I began to notice a strange
smell in our water, especially the hot water. I was hosting Easter for my whole family. So my husband, Darrel, suggested
I put bleach in it. This remedy worked until
the next rain and so on. Rain/bleach/rain/bleach. I was almost to my breaking
point when the smell developed into a complete stench! I could not stand it. So my husband and I resolved to pump the cistern dry to find the
problem. Sure enough, we found it! We were getting so much rain that the ground
surface water was also going into our cistern. The heating process made the algae
and bacteria bloom and—wow, stink, stink!
Once the water was mostly out, one of us had to get in and
fill the bucket while the other lugged the rope and bucket full of mud up and
out. In I went. Down into the mud-filled, smelly cave of a
pit. One shovel at a time I stooped this
black slime out. But as I worked, I remembered
God’s word.
Psalm 40:2. (NIV)
“He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.”
Without my ladder I was hopelessly trapped in a pit that I
had knowingly entered. Isn't it just
like Jesus to remind me of how many times I willingly jumped into a pit that
only He could get me out of? I began to realize how many time Jesus had done
this for me—the exact thing I was doing in the cistern. Bit by Bit, scoop by
scoop, layer of dirt and filth by layer, He carefully and deliberately lifted me
out of the pit. He cleaned me from the inside out. The stench of my carnal
nature fell off. The slime and mud I had created began to be replaced with the
fruit of His Spirit which bloomed in me.
Galatians 5:22 tells us about His fruits.
These are love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness,
faithfulness, and self-control. He took
my filthy vessel, cleaned it out and replaced it with clean things that please
Him and grow His kingdom!
After the whole afternoon of cleaning, scrubbing, rinsing,
and pumping, our cistern was, at last, clean.
We ordered water from a local water hauler, and inch by inch our source
of life-giving water was restored to a state of cleanliness. We have since installed a gutter diverter
device on our flow system to better control what type and how much water is
allowed in our cistern.
I would encourage you also to put a trash diverter device on
your life to protect your soul. If you
are constantly exposing yourself to situations that will cause toxicity and
filth in your life, have God’s Word as your armor. Be ready, because if you fall into a huge
pit, it is very hard to get out. Call
upon Jesus. He will help you!
Peggy: If'n ya got a shortage of sludge, give Cheryl a call. She's got plenty. On second thought, scratch that. Nobody needs that kind of filth, especially in you soul! If ya ain't done did it yet, and Jesus Christ to forgive you of your sins and be your Savior!
Can't resist adding a little newfangled music that blends Psalms 40 right in. One of my fav's.
40 by Ginny Owens.
Let us know about the miry clay and how Jesus Christ cleansed it away!
4 comments:
Great analogy!
What a clear metaphor, Cheryl. The pics say it all, too. Sometimes I've been led to literally STAY AWAY from toxicity for my own health -- no matter how it affects others. Tough decision, but it can bring healing IN THE LONG RUN!!
I really like your down-to-earth writing style - thanks.
What a clear illustration of the condition and treatment for our souls! Thank you for sharing.
Cheryl has a gift for laying it out boldly! May we all do this everyday in love!
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