Baptism by dishwasher

I must have had baptisms on the brain this morning when I was emptying the dishwasher. I was taking the glasses out of the top rack and as usual, and they were beautiful except for grainy sludge spots where the water pooled. I'm not sure what dishwasher yuck is made of. It doesn't look like anything that went in the dishwasher, and even though it's nasty-looking, it went through the same cycle with the same detergents and hot water that the sparklingly clean surfaces endured. So theoretically, it's just as clean as the rest, too, but I still have to work on the glasses to get it off before I put them away.

Anyway, as I was rinsing the clean yuck off the clean glasses, it occurred to me that our lives are a lot like the glasses on the top rack. While we've been washed clean by the water and the Word, we've still got yuck inside that the Holy Spirit shows us needs to come off. Sometimes there's more of it than others. Sometimes it's obvious right away to be cleaned up, and sometimes you don't see it until you've finished your glass of tea and find it staring back at you from the inside of the glass. And like the dishwasher yuck, we could say it's clean enough or we can allow the Holy Spirit to continue to clean and polish us and make us into the vessel God intends.

O Holy Spirit, show me the yuck.

anything but typical