Waxed Knees

 

Two weeks ago, Marleen and I stripped the floor in the fellowship hall at church and rewaxed it.  Well, technically, it wasn’t wax; it was polymer surfactant.  But polymer surfactant doesn’t just roll off your tongue like the word wax does, so I’ll just call it wax.  As I would kneel to scrape the edges and corners of the floor, my jeans became soaked with the old, dissolved wax.  And the next day, my jean knees were hardened like body armor.  Even after washing, the knees were still stiff (it took several washings).  They reminded me of those iron-on patches that my mother used when I was a kid.  My three brothers and I were hard on clothes, and my mother patched our jeans just to keep them in one piece.  My 2026 waxed jeans felt just like my 1960 patched jeans.  And I ought to know, because I remember that feeling quite well.  Matthew 9:16. “No man putteth a piece of new cloth unto an old garment, for that which is put in to fill it up taketh from the garment, and the rent is made worse.”  Often my newly patched jeans would tear at the point where the old cloth met the new patch.  Hey, God’s Word is accurate, whether it is 60 A.D. or 1960 A.D.  Keep your clothes in good order.  Keep your fellowship hall floor in good order.  And keep your spiritual soul in good order.  You keep your soul in good spiritual order by staying close to the dear Lord.  He can keep you in good order.  Yes, He can.