“Party time is over. I’m calling a halt to the whole business, her wild weekends and unholy holidays. I’ll wreck her sumptuous gardens and ornamental fountains….They will soon be dumping grounds for garbage, feeding grounds for stray dogs and cats.” --Hosea 2:11-12 (The Message)
The apartment complex where Lexi and I walk throws community-wide parties on Independence Day and Labor Day. Everybody grills. Watermelons are cut. Adults drink Corona beer. The kids have cupcakes, popsicles, and candy. They eat off paper plates. I know because Lexi sniffs out the discarded plates, the empty bottles, the watermelon rinds, and the cupcake liners on the morning after. There’s always a wreckage of litter strewn across the lawn. The maintenance men are out as early as Lexi and I are, cleaning up the mess. It isn’t pretty when the party’s over. This is God’s message to Israel. They lived recklessly, wantonly, ignoring his commandments, but now he’s going to raid the party. What will be left is a wreckage of litter strewn across the lawn. And then it’s time to clean up. We pick up the trash, mop up the spills, sweep up the crumbs. On the morning after, we get up and walk in faith.
Dear God, When the party’s over, help me clean up the mess. Amen