Garbage Day

Garbage Day at our house comes every Monday.  It’s not always easy to gather up all the trash late on a Sunday night.  Sometimes we forget, and other times we just don’t feel like it.  But one way or another, we manage to get it out there for the early morning pick-up.

It’s a good thing that garbage is collected mechanically these days because no doubt ours is nastiest smelling bin on the block.  From the dirty diapers to the old floor scraps dropped by sticky little fingers, it just plain stinks.  No wonder we manage to get the bin out there even when we don’t feel like it.

The recycle bin is much nicer.  It’s filled with things like rinsed-out jars and glossy junk mail.  Even the outward appearance is better.  Instead of the mucky-green color of the garbage bin, it’s a cool clean blue.  It stands with dignity and pride next to the less desirable garbage bin.  I can only imagine what kind taunts it would be making if it could talk.

I think my body is kind of like one of the bins.  Week after week I toss stuff inside, and what I eat manifests itself into a very desirable or very undesirable body accordingly.  Even the outward appearance is affected by what is inside.  Healthy and wholesome foods and drinking plenty of pure water produces a body of healthy dignity.  You can probably imagine what kinds of foods result in a stinky garbage bin for a body.

So the next time a triple-fried something-rather appeals, think garbage bin.  Do you really want a body like that?