hung in my youngest son’s room and I believed it was there:
a) as a testimony to my lack of concern for regular wall washing
b) for what I liked to believe were sentimental reasons– I drew this sometime in my late teens– and
c) because he displayed no interest in the latest decorating trends
But after looking at it for way too long and finally realizing that:
a) the drawing has more in common with new age or far eastern mysticism than it does biblical Christianity and
b) my youngest no longer occupies that bedroom and
c) maybe I should swipe the walls every decade or so
I decided to take it down.
And found this
In wrath and hot displeasure I showed my husband.
He was irritatingly nonchalant.
“That happened when Son #2 tried to insert his brother, Son #3, through the wall and into the attic when they were wrestling.
It was easier to tell them to cover it than for me to fix it.”
This demonstrates that:
a) the only female in a house full of testosterone is always the outsider
b) men stick together in times of crisis involving drywall, and
c) I bragged way too much about how well my sons got along, even when I wasn’t looking. And how they respected personal property.
There is no doubt some depth of theological truth to be mined here, such as:
a) it demonstrates the futility of man-made attempts to cover sin,
b) the hole is a reminder that even little Christian boys are filled to the brim with original sin.
c) we need someone outside ourselves to fix our holes, and that “fix” was the opposite of easy for that Someone. It cost Him His life.
But for now my personal fixer has no time for hole-repair, so I will look for a suitable replacement to cover the hole and utter a prayer of gratitude that the wall Son #2 tried to propel his brother through wasn’t made of brick.