This morning, I knocked over my hairbrush. I need my hairbrush. It fell off the back of my dresser.
Picture the back of my dresser. We have lived in the house for forty-six years. I have never dusted the back of my dresser. Think what that means. Dust galore!
Since I need to brush my hair, I had to look behind my dresser and see where the hairbrush landed. As I retrieved the hairbrush, I saw my old cross. I had forgotten about it. I think it may have been my grandmother's. She had one like it. I actually have another, exactly the same. Maybe that's why I never missed it. Anyway, I retrieved it. This is what this picture depicts.
There is a corpus (body) on this cross. As I was dusting it, the corpus fell off. What now? Nail Jesus back on?
Meditate upon that thought.
