Spring cleaning doesn't have to happen just once a year.

There's something so great about scrubbing the grease off the floors, walls, shelves,etc. at my job.  When the people leave and stop ordering food (which sometimes feels like never) and when it gets quiet in the kitchen I love to take out some de-greaser or floor cleaner and some steel wool and go to town.  There's something so fantastic about finding some hideously disgusting surface area and crouching on my hands and knees until it's finally clean.  I even take chopsticks and use them to get the dirt out from in between the tiles.  It's a weird quirk that I have.

But I absolutely hate cleaning.

You read the last post about my room, right?  I quite dislike to wash dishes or vacuum or mop or dust anything, but when it comes to hardcore intensive harsh chemical cleaning, sign me up.  I was helping my friend move out of his apartment last night and I was actually a little disappointed when he said that I didn't have to clean his oven after all.  I like a challenge.

I get all kinds of excited and my eyes go a little googly when I think about doing the impossible.  Dishes are possible.  People wash them every day.  But how often do people get into all the cracks and hard to reach areas to give it a good deep clean?  Rarely!  Things build up and become miniature monsters, something that we try to hide with a new flower arrangement or by dimming the lights.  They're not really there if we don't pay any attention to them.  That kind of thing. 

What if we stopped hiding these things and started purifying them?  What if we took all of those corners that seem to hard to reach and we got on our knees and faced them, scrubber in hand?  What if we devoted time to dealing with them on a more regular basis so that instead of being monsters they were just part of our house? 

What if all of life's uncomfortable and disturbing parts were confronted with the best spiritual cleaning agent on the planet? 

Maybe if we got down on our knees and openly showed God our areas of unspeakable uncleanliness he would be right there beside us.