The Sponge
(on the occasion of Ron’s birthday)

Sometimes, as Christians, we end our day and wonder, “Did I overlook anything today, Lord,
that you wanted me to see?” The Accuser often stirs up self-condemnation and tells us what we might have accomplished but for whatever reason, chose not to. This can prompt us to pray,
“Lord, forgive me for not doing more in this needy world. Help me tomorrow to be more available to others as I move about my day with you.”
There was a day when this repeating cycle would happen, more times than I wish to think. Then one day…as I walked through my bathroom, I saw my sponge lying there, looking rather dry. I hadn’t used it in a while. I stopped and asked, “Hey, sponge, you look all dried out. Are you OK?”
That day, I learned a valuable lesson: being available is more important than simply doing more.
“No”, said the sponge.
“But why?” I asked in a most respectful way.
“Well, you pass by me. You see me lying here”, the sponge said. “I have failed you. Before me is this dirty sink.” The sponge’s words piqued my curiosity. I looked at the sponge and asked, “How have you failed me?”
“Look at this grimy sink. I’m here to restore beauty. Fill me with warm water and squeeze me out.” The sponge continued, “being dry is unpleasant, but that disappears once you soak me in warmth and…
The sponge paused. "Sometimes you squeeze me a bit too firmly. That can make me anxious."
I thought for a moment, then sat down beside the sponge. "You’re right—I haven’t used you lately. I’ve even left the bathroom without saying hello. You haven’t let me down. It is my job to fill you up and squeeze you out. If I needed to wash my hands or clean the sink, I would have turned on the water and refreshed you. It’s not your job to fill yourself up or decide what needs cleaning—
that’s up to me."
Silence filled the room. Sometimes, silence says more than words ever could. It’s as if a spotlight was on the sponge. With as much gentleness as I could stir, I moved closer and bent down towards the sponge and said …
“Every time I walk into the bathroom, I know you are there. I know you want to help me restore beauty around you. I don’t value you because of what you do. It is your availability that means the most to me. Because you’re always there and serve without always having to ask “Why”, I’m thankful for the gift you truly are. Friendship, sponge, isn’t about what one does for another, but about the time we get to spend together.”
I don’t know if what I told the sponge that day made any sense or was helpful, but it comforted me. The main thought is this: “You did well in that it was in your heart to serve me” (2 Chronicles 6.8).
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