Hand Washing

Last night I was at my mom's house and the nephews happened to be over. It came time for dinner and I offered to help wash up the boys. Will, almost three, came in the bathroom first, so I scooped him up on the stool in front of the sink and preceded to help him was his hands. Meanwhile, Logan, one and a half, comes in behind us and figures he can wash his hands in the toilet, which he reasons will do just as good a job. Needless to say, Logan's chubby hands were washed again. It was a cute experience and when I shared it with Matthew, his wise self related it to how we think we are helping God out. All we are actually doing is messing up and washing our hands in the toilet, yet God always scoops us up, and washes us off the proper way, in the sink.