Here, in my parts at the ends of the earth, we are in week four of a brand new school year. The kids’ school bags do not yet have the crumbs of fifty uneaten sandwiches congregating in the bottom of them, their books are all smooth and flat, however poorly covered they may be (pretty sure there’s a book covering anointing that I most definitely do not possess), and the teachers, oh the teachers, their smiles are genuine and sincere. Sparkly smiles indeed.
The start of a new school year is rather lovely. Crazy, expensive, demanding in some ways, but lovely. But I know that there comes a time when the whole shiny new thing, that is the new year, begins to dull a tad.
Like most things, really. Things, if left to their own devices do tend to dull a little or a lot over time. New jobs quickly become standard jobs, once new skills and requirements for the job have been mastered. New friendships and relationships can become a little too comfortable if you’re not careful. People can feel taken for granted or unseen and unappreciated, once the sparkle starts to diminish.
I tend to think that if things are sparkly to start of with, then maybe we should all pay a little more attention to keeping that shine there.….that shine helps to keep life interesting, it gives variety and beauty, sometimes it breaths life into something that is otherwise somewhat lacking.
The only items of silverware I possess are a set of salad servers. Given to my husband and I for an engagement present, these salad servers have moved with us all over the place. And they have been used by us, all over the place. And you know, for their first fifteen years of use they were very shiny and sparkly. And then all of the sudden they weren’t. I’m sure their dulling process was indeed a process and they just didn’t all of a sudden become dirty overnight. But that’s how I noticed them. One time when I used them they were fine. And then the next time I went to use them, nah, not so fine.
It took about three weeks of writing ‘silver polish’ on the shopping list before the stuff even made it into my groceries, simply because I kept going past the aisle where the polish was kept….and when you’re shopping with small children, there’s no turning back down an aisle is there? You’re on a mission and there are no detours. Anyway. I finally found the polish, purchased it, took it home, and…..eventually….about another three weeks later….finally got around to polishing my silver. My whole two items of silver. If you’ve never polished any silver yourself, you may already have some education on the matter thanks to Downton Abbey, but my method is pretty simple really. You dip your piece of silverware into a ‘silver dip’ solution and then wash the item in soapy water and polish with a soft cloth. Easy. Not hugely time consuming, just something that needs to be done, to get the end result that you want. Something to be intentional about.
So now I have silver dip for my two pieces of silverware, which will keep those salad servers looking as good as new, forever and ever, amen.
Why am I going on about my stinkin’ silver dip? Well….. a. It really does stink. b. You know the little boy in the movie ‘The Sixth Sense’ who sees dead people everywhere…..I’m in a similar situation…only it isn’t dead people I see, quite the opposite….. I see God at work in various pictures of everyday life.
We have silver dip to remove the tarnish from silverware. That, armed with a little polish works wonders to restore things to their original and intended state.
In the same vein, I believe that we have things at our disposal to restore us to our original and intended state when life is starting to loose its sparkle, when life is starting to feel less shimmery.
We all have times when the world seems to close in on us. Sometimes genuine smiles are hard to muster up. Some days we’re in jobs that become so automatic and robotic, that shift after shift can feel the same. Just as when the school year goes on: sometimes our school books do get bent all out of shape in our schoolbags, the hats get lost and the permission slips that are forever coming across our counters never seem to get to the right person at the right time. We all experience all kinds of corrosion on our bodies, our minds and souls at various times in our lives.
And that’s ok I reckon. Blemishes, on all sorts of things is normal. But restoration is always possible.
There’s always hope for a piece of silver to be restored to its original shiny state. There’s always hope for us, to be fully restored. Fully restored where it comes to relationships. Restored to wholeness in our self-esteem and self-confidence. Restored to fullness of joy.
As a Christian I believe we have this helper person by our side, the Holy Spirit is his official title. You see I’ve found I can do things with his help that I know I could’t do in my own strength. I see the Holy Spirit as my ‘silver dip’ for my soul. When my body is physically exhausted, sometimes from illness and sometimes simply from the demands of life. When my mind is drained of positive and happy thoughts. When I just don’t feel like anything of much around me, including ME is sparkling and shiny…that’s when I know I need to cry out to the Holy Spirit. Help me. Guide me. Flow over me. Flow through me. May my words bring hope. May my life bring joy.
That’s the ‘silver dip’ in life, available to each and every one of us….and part two of restoring silverware to its former glory is the ‘polish’ part. The rubbing gently with a cloth. That’s where friends are important to me. Friends become my polishing agent. Friends who challenge me, who encourage my thoughts and actions, friends whose wisdom and advice can be readily available to me, friends who can smooth over the parts of me that are not yet smooth, the parts I can’t yet see as being beautiful or worthy. We’re called ‘the body of Christ’…..reliant on each other…..good friends can do so much good for us.
My silver salad servers are looking all righty at the moment, but I’ve got the tools at my disposal to give them a helping hand, whenever I think they need it. And I’m pretty fortunate that I’ve got the right tools at hand to give my soul a do-over, when I need it. I recommend it you know…….Shiny and sparkly things are better than dull and tarnished…..