Three Points and a Bathtub

I fell, shattering my ankle.

Had many new “learning opportunities” with that.

Some will yield lessons for years to come.

There are other things you’d rather not hear about.  At least I hope that’s true, because I don’t want to relive them as I tell them.

Somewhere in between are things are so simple they shock me with their power.

This is one of them.

For years I wondered why the house had a bathtub on the main floor bathroom, right off the living room and kitchen.

It seemed goofy.

But now I understand.  For several days after my accident, my world was reduced to:

1. my chair where my cast was easily kept elevated, just like the surgeon said,

2. our kitchen table where I would not just eat also brush my teeth and shave (I know; grosses me out, too),

3. my couch-sized guest room bed set up temporarily in the living room (thank you, Brother-in-Law David),

and

4. that bathtub in the bathroom by the kitchen and the living room.  Which was invaluable when I couldn’t get around easily and get upstairs to the shower.

What was once goofy to me became great beyond measure.

Time was that some preachers were taught a standard formula for their sermons: “Three Points and a Poem.”   I learned from Three Points (chair, kitchen table, guest bed) and A Bathtub.

No poem needed.

Just a couple of questions: what other Bathtubs do you and I have in our lives, that we walk by  regularly, perhaps with a secret sneer of derision?   And what will it take for us to see clearly the wisdom of their very presence?

Feel free to leave a comment, and I’ll see you back here soon.