HOLDING THE BAG
A few Monday mornings ago while riding
to work with our wife, Donna, and our four kids,
we noticed an open box of lunch bags on the car
seat.
"Honey," we said, what are those lunch bags
doing here?"
"I've got to take these back. When I was fixing
your lunch this morning, the sandwiches fell
through the bottom."
"I thought your cheese sandwiches were getting
a little heavy."
"Be serious, the bags just didn't have any bottoms
to them."
As we rode to school, to drop off the kids, we thought
to ourselves...
"At times we are quite like those defective plastic bags
"We go to church on Sunday, and by Monday night,
any spiritual meat we might have enveloped has
dropped from our remembrance, and we are simply
left holding the bag."
(Written in 1978)
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