Brerah

Grace, goodies, and a brass trash can

Do you know that feeling when you have something that happens to you that is exactly the opposite of what you thought? This happened to me yesterday and it was really an amazing thing.

It reminded me of a story that Ricky Jones, the campus minister at Mississippi state told one time about one of his boys disobeying his mother and when Ricky got home from work, the boy was expecting a spanking, but instead Ricky took him to get ice cream. And thus, to this boy, he shewed grace. Really, this same thing happened to me yesterday and it really caught me off guard, and it makes me wonder what I think grace is most of the time. I think it is usually this thing where God kind of forgives me, but is still very mad about the thing(s) that I have done. I don't really believe that it can be as good as it is. And the kicker is that it is this kindness that makes me want to repent and stop doing what i have been doing....romans 2:4.

And now for the goodies. I say goodies because there is this old guy who goes to our church and his name is john macalwee. we call him macalwee. he is really funny, makes occasional inappropriate comments, and then tells the same stories to you dozens of times over. but he is very cool and very nice for an 70 or so year old man. he recently sold the 4 story condo that he lives in because he is moving to a 1 story house. he told me to come over and that he would give me some 'goodies'. and yes, that's the exact word he used. my roomate told me that he was looking to unload some speakers on me, but i had no idea what else.
-3 ugly small vases (that went from the highest shelf in his kitchen above the fridge, to the highest shelf in my kitchen above the fridge)
-1 piece of glass that he put an ugly blue glass bowl on top of
-1 ugly blue glass bowl
-1 black turkey roasting pan
-7 bathroom hand towels
-1 big, ugly brass boot that sits next to a fireplace and holds fireplace tools (or beer, the Royal B?)
---and my personal favorite. we were standing in his kitchen, after i had made several trips already to my car with his other crap, and he said with this really excited look in his eye...

John- "I want you to go into that bathroom, and look on the floor. There is a brass trashcan. Its yours (him pointing at my chest at this point)."
Brent- "John, thats nice, but I'm not sure we need that right now, we have a bathroom trashcan (not to mention, it has probably had poop paper in it and assuntry other gross things)"
John- "You might not need it now, BUT WOMEN LOVE THOSE THINGS."
Brent- Pause, wonder why Sarah would ever love this, enter bathroom, wonder how the hell i was talked into this, pick up brass trashcan and take it to my car. Unload from car, put in trash bin.

posted by corbs @ 8:40 AM