Now You Have
Everything
A
t my house, everybody used to help out. And it
seems it may be that way around the world.
Why, it's is almost as much of a tradition as the
meal itself. After hours of fussing in the kitchen and an
equal amount of feasting, laughing, and dessert-eating
we all seemed to bond again around getting the remains
cleaned up. The table had been so full there was barely
room for our plates. A dish for everything - and
everything delicious. But with all the anticipation and
most of the food gone, the used dishes were piled on
every surface and overflowing. From fine china to burnt
bean casserole, the debris was everywhere. You would
have thought we fed the 7th Marines.
We didn't have a dishwasher; we had five of them - and
dryers too. Wrap, box, bag and put away the leftovers
and scale the mountain of dishes. Scrape, soak, wash,
rinse, dry and put away. It seemed endless. Although
the work wasn't enjoyable, we had fun, all laughing and
smiling, everyone pitching in, almost dancing in the
kitchen. And just when you thought the last dish was
done, a few more would magically appear. It was hot
and sweaty, but we didn't mind... we were family.
In the joyful moments we forget about all the hard work
that it took to get us to the feast and the challenges that
still await. For some, that may be the holiday buffet in
our homes. For others, it is the promise of eternal
salvation. Either way, it takes work to g et there. And
there will always be dirty dishes left over from our
banquet.
So as you plan and prepare in your life, wash away what
is done and move toward your potential. Go ahead and
use a new dish for each of your accomplishments and
challenges - there is plenty of room on the table. It will
all fit. When your day is done, take time to clean up and
be grateful for those that have helped you enjoy your
buffet. Our feast is nothing more than a sandwich
without them. Without love we would certainly starve.
And there is no such thing as unwanted leftovers of
love.
When I think back on those long gone days it is not the
dishes I remember. It's the joy of being together.
Gathered around the kitchen sink, we washed ourselves
clean of any other junk that remained. And we had piles
and piles of potential in the clean.
Heaven may have an amazing buffet, but I sure hope
that it has dirty dishes. Gather around and grab a cloth.
Together, we can get it done. We can't have everything
without the kitchen sink.
JAN 2018
YOGIC HERALD 83