Do you recycle or do you throw everything away?
I have to admit that I recycle absolutely everything possible. I like the idea that something can be reused in a different form for a new purpose.
Sometimes I don’t know what can be recycled and what can’t. What can be recycled for a new use? Is there potential in ripped, torn or empty things?
A while back I was able to rummage through an old home that was going to be demolished. I was told that I could take anything out of the house I wanted. You don’t have to ask me twice to go picking.
There wasn’t too much worth salvaging. A few doors and old hardware appealed to me but not much else. On the property there were a few out buildings. The structures were in really bad shape. The kind of old shacks that would blow over with one big gust of wind.
There was one that was really dirty and dark. Things seemed to be moving in the dark and I’m pretty sure it was a home to a bat colony. I had to go in. Embedded in the dirt floor was an old box. It looked like some kind of rough tool box with oozy grime all over it. It was so gross I didn’t want to even touch it, let alone put it in my car. Starting to feel as if things were climbing all over me I had to make a quick decision.
Was this worth saving? It’s hard to see potential in things when they are covered in dirt, worn down by the weight of years and harsh treatment.
Sometimes I think people are like things. They become worn, dirty, empty and used. In our souls we wonder, do we have any further use? There is always value for each life, but, like the old tool box, we remain hidden in a dirty old shack, stuck in the mud. The question isn’t value, it’s worth. Is it worth rescuing the broken and forgotten without knowing what will come of it? Is it worth the hard work and sacrifice that comes with effort? Is it worth leaving the old shack?
I finally got that old box out and brought it home where it spent a long time waiting in the garage for some attention. After a r e a l l y good bath and some major elbow grease it began to evolve into something new. Something I couldn’t see when I first found it.
The scrubbing, scraping and sanding gave way to beautiful waves of color and texture. All of the scars and rough edges seemed to hint of a former life well lived. I wanted to know more. I wondered how old it was, who had used it and for what purpose? Why was it buried in the old shack? Why did they leave it behind?
That’s the thing about restoration, it creates wonder and wonder breaths life into old things. Wonder creates space for something new.
The box began to transform as the dirt and grime washed away. The old box took on a fresh purpose and a new start.
Restore us O God; make your face shine upon us that we might be saved. ~ Psalm 80:3