Earlier this week, the Chief Blogging Officer had an interesting question...What the heck is Jesus doing in lint form? What is that about? Does anyone realize that there is some logic to the title of the blog, some vague reference to Mary and monasticism? Yes, it all hinges on some lack of sanity on my part, but that is no surprise.
So, the story, as it is, goes like this:
Once upon a time, I lived in a religious community. We shared a laundry room (several washers and driers...lovely). Our laundry detergent etc was a different issue. No one could agree on what kind of detergent we would use, so we each purchased our own, schismatics that we were. They would all be stacked in random fashion on a table in the corner by the window.
One morning, Carol, our chief cook and bottle washer at the time, came downstairs to do laundry. She was stopped dead in her tracks for several moments, hooted and then called us all to come down to the laundry room. Our Lady was there, present in the stacked bottles of detergent and boxes of drier sheets. Honest to goodness, the silouette in the window looked just like Mary. We left the bottles like that for about a week or more. Our Lady of the Laundry Room is still spoken of with great reverence.
The connection should become a little more obvious now. I have a tendancy to gaze a little too long...I am a bit too introspective at times. I conjecture and theologize. I gaze and wonder. I stare at my proverbial belly button. Will Jesus be there? Perhaps in the lint I will find Jesus.
It is a metaphor slimed with silliness and a vague reference to communal living. So, now you know. Aren't you glad someone asked?
Posted by tripp at February 24, 2005 06:38 AMHeh. Doesn't it figure?
Posted by: Rich at February 24, 2005 03:35 PM