Clogged drains and demons

Yup, that was my day yesterday: clogged drains and demons.

My kitchen sink is clogged.  It got clogged on Monday night, at which point my kitchen came to a screeching halt.  That is, what to do with dirty dishes?  Can't rinse 'em, can't run the dishwasher. (Trust me, in a house full of teens, this is no small issue.) There's just this sink full of filthy water, and nothing else going on.  I tried all the "home remedy" stuff and am now sitting here waiting for the plumber to show up, pay him a gob of money and then go to work late. 

Then, the Gospel yesterday was about another screeching halt.  Jesus is teaching in the synagogue, and some guy in the back starts heckling Him.  Actually, it's the demons that start heckling him, and Jesus has to stop teaching and deal with the demons.  When the demons were gone, the teaching could go on.

Apparently, God thought I needed to pay attention to something yesterday.  And the message I got was this:  I need to stop and clean stuff out.  My spiritual life gets clogged, and then nothing happens.  There's a screeching halt, and then a piling up of garbage and filth.  Even if I don't "want" to deal with it, it gets to the point where I have only one choice:  clean up or surrender to the filth.  That isn't an  option for me, so I need to clean up.  Unclog the drain, deal with the demons, take out the garbage.  Drive out the sin and move things along.

Now if the plumber would just show up.

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