Here at the Fat Beggars Home for Widows, Orphans, and Sojourners, I play the role of Mr. Mom 3 or 4 days a week (at a minimum). And the dirty jobs I get myself into are endless and mind-blowing. I mean, there are standard diaper changes, as one would expect (Is there a “standard” diaper change???), but then there are all the messes they don’t print up in the brochures advertising parenthood. (Okay, there are no brochures, but there should be.) But, I mean, I just finished feeding breakfast to three young diaper wearers… and well… clean up afterward was a trip!
I found pop tart boldly going where no pop tart has gone before!
Welcome to my world! Welcome to the Fat Beggars Home for Widows, Orphans, and Sojourners. (I have come to the aid of a homeless adult who suffered incontinence in the night while sleeping on my couch a few years ago too, so I am not exactly a rookie. But babies and toddlers have NO SHAME, and they require constant attention.) But this is the House of God, the House God built (Ps. 127:1). We exclaim with joy as “Our feet stand within Thy gates, O Jerusalem! (Ps. 122:2). And each of these people, whether child or adult, bear the image of God in this place!
Can I get an AMEN?
May the servant be prepared for the Master’s return!
That would be me. Mr. Mom (aka Agent X).
I have not been one of Mike Rowe’s biggest fans, but I have watched more than a few of his Dirty Job’s shows. Certainly, when I was getting a second degree in windmill/wind-turbine maintenance, I recall our class was enthused to find an episode where Mike Rowe climbed a tower and joined a crew. His show had a way of bringing dignity to dirty jobs – many of which featured a LOT of “POO“! They seem to highlight “man’s work” usually, but I don’t think exclusively so. And anyway, what does a phrase like that even mean these days? (Thanx so much for your care, Mike!)
I wonder… I wonder if any one from my meager readership knows of any episodes Rowe ever did featuring “Mr. Mom’s” or stay-at-home dads. Or, I wonder if anyone knows how to contact Mike Rowe to request he feature this dirty job in his shows.
I crave the dignity he might bring it.
In the meantime, we rely on the eyes of faith to see Jesus in these little ones. It’s not hard; though it’s plenty ironic. Just follow the trail of “poo” ’til you find the “human” producing it. There Jesus is sure to be (Matt. 25:40). And his brand of dignity is the one that REALLY counts.