The automatic flush toilet means well, but it’s a ticking bomb, randomly detonating an international smorgasbord of bacteria. With the sound of a roaring lion thrown in for our listening pleasure. For those with weak constitutions, do NOT google “germs and automatic flush toilets.” Let’s just say it would be safer and more convenient to simply have a restroom faucet marked, “E-coli, Streptococcus, Hepatitis A and Who-Knows-What-All”, that we might contaminate at leisure.
Enter, wipes. Wipes of every kind. You’ve got your diaper wipes, handi-wipes, bacterial wipes, personal wipes, scented, unscented, with aloe, green tea (like what-we’re gonna suck on the thing?), organic, flushable, quilted for extra comfort, and facial wipes for those times you’ve had to fish your iphone out of the detonator.
Like unseen bacteria, spiritual contaminants continually mist us-sometimes jetting us- and, like a lion, seek to devour. As if it’s not wearying enough to dodge the visible bullets of bill-boards, pop-up porn, the devil’s schemes and our own nasty, desperate, little thoughts, we know the invisible is out there, surrounding us, falling upon us.
Thankfully we have a better-than-a-hand-wipe, all-purpose cleansing solution:
Ephesians 5:26: “…just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing of water through the word…”
For soul-infecting diseases seen and unseen, The Word of God is a hot shower in a handy carrying case. Simply open and apply.