The week after Steve asked Angela to marry
him she bought an elegant, sleeveless, full bottom, wedding dress (off the rack to save money). The store which was out West (where Angela and Steve happened
to be working at summer jobs) boxed the dress and sent it to our family’s home
in Ontario. When it came, I opened the box and admired Angela’s taste, but
wondered about the smudge marks on the bodice of the dress and the grit at the arm holes.
I phoned the bridal store in Edmonton
voicing my concern. The lady there emphasized that Angela had received an
exceptional deal on the dress simply because she had agreed to purchase “as is,”
stains and all.
“You won’t really notice the dirt, but if
you would like you could carefully spray a vinegar and water solution and
sponge off any smudges. That’s what we do in the store,” she said. “But be
careful, you don’t want to leave water marks.” I decided to consult Angela
before attempting a delicate sponge job. I’m not known for a light touch. I had
time: the wedding was still almost a year away.
Six months later when I laid out Elizabeth’s
newly-made white flower girl dress beside Angela’s dress I knew we had to do
something. The wedding dress looked grey and dirty.
At this point, there was no consulting
Angela who was on a student exchange program in Egypt. She wouldn’t be back
until just before the wedding. It was up to me, the mother of the bride. I
telephoned the local dry cleaners. They gave me a big price, no guarantees and
an uneasy feeling. I prayed for wisdom.
Then I contacted a bridal-gown cleaning
service. I explained my situation to the gentleman on the phone. He suggested I
wash the dress myself. I was incredulous.
He assured me. “It’s probably made of
polyester. They all are these days. It’s just plastic. You can’t hurt it.”
He told me to pick a sunny day with a
slight breeze, fill the bathtub, add a mild soap and dip the dress in. After a
good soak, I could swish the dress around and then lift it out on a heavy duty
hanger. I could then take the dress outside, hang it in a breeze-way and spray
it down with the garden hose. Sounded very straight forward and the price was
right. I thanked him and hung up.
When I mentioned the plan to the family,
they were skeptical, all except Elizabeth who volunteered to help.
Deliberately ignoring all my qualms; on a
sunny, slightly breezy, spring day I filled the bathtub in our upstairs
washroom with warm water and mild soap. True to her word, Elizabeth was there
to help. We plunged in the wedding dress with its several crinolines, pressing
it down to soak
.
Twenty minutes later we swished it up and
down and then I pulled the incredibly heavy gown up on a hanger. We let the
water stream into the tub for a few minutes and then Elizabeth held a large
plastic bucket under the dress as I carried it downstairs and outside where we
hung it on the awning support beam above the deck. Elizabeth and I took turns
spraying the dress with a hose.
It dried spotlessly clean.
I telephoned the man at the gown cleaning
service and thanked him profusely.
The cleaning of Angela’s wedding gown
makes me think of how God is cleaning his church. He gave us straight forward
instructions in His Word and sent His Holy Spirit to guide us. Our job is to
discern and obey.
God said, “I am holy; you be holy.”
You call out to God for help and he helps—he’s a good Father that way. But don’t
forget, he’s also a responsible Father, and won’t let you get by with sloppy
living. Your life is a journey you must travel with a deep consciousness of
God. It cost God plenty to get you out of that dead-end, empty-headed life you
grew up in. He paid with Christ’s sacred blood, you know....
Now that you’ve cleaned up your
lives by following the truth, love one another as if your lives depended on it.
Your new life is not like your old life. Your old birth came from mortal sperm;
your new birth comes from God’s living Word. Just think: a life conceived by
God himself! That’s why the prophet said,
The old life is a grass life,
its
beauty as short-lived as wildflowers;
Grass
dries up, flowers droop,
God’s
Word goes on and on forever.
This
is the Word that conceived the new life in you.
(1 Peter 1:16–19a, 22–25 The Message)
This is an excerpt from Blooming, This Pilgrim's Progress by Marian den Boer
1 comment:
Great story and well told, Marian. Raises a smile! :)
And a strong and suitable spiritual application, too.
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