We plunge.
It can be the kitchen sink or the bathroom toilets or the tub but one thing is certain with a large family: you shall plunge.
“Dad, the toilet’s plugged,” my teenagers tell me, or to my wife, “Mom, someone plugged the upstairs bathroom.” In each case, me and my wife are always volunteered for the job and the deed that is done is always done by us.
The question comes for these young, tender plants: perhaps you could plunge once in a while. You’re stronger than us, more fit, you work out and eat healthy, I’m sure you have the flick of the wrist to get just the right bubble of air down the pipes, but no: they cannot plunge. So the dirty duty falls on me and my wife. So be it.
One Brother in our Church said that his ministry in this world was to plunge, and I believe it. It could be a downer to think that one was born on this Earth for the sole purpose of plunging, but it’s entirely possible. They live in an old house with less than ideal plumbing and with lots of kids, so to plunge is ones lot in life. One could be born and called to be a doctor, or one can aspire to be a great pianist playing at Carnegie Hall or to be a physicist peering into the secrets of the sub-atomic world, or one can plunge. Who said the world is fair? I didn’t.
There’s always a certain satisfaction when everything goes down when the handle is pressed and an inverse feeling when the bowl is plugged once again. There are many trials in life, both small and big, but the swirling mass of you-know-what rates up there with locking the keys in your car on a bitterly cold day or the cat bringing yet another half-dead mole into the house and playing with it. It’s all a trial, and one that us humans run into quite a bit in our short stay on this otherwise fantastically beautiful Earth.
What shall we say, but if you have to plunge, at least plunge with joy in your heart, for life is too short for complaints about such trivialities. It could be worse. At least we have a toilet. At least we have running water. Whose to complain? But who knows: perhaps one of my kids will grow up to be a plumber, and me and my wife can hand off the blessed plunger to one of our offspring. How great would that be? You would think that all of our trials in this life would be gone.