The White Elephant in the Room

Today I receive an email blast from a church I’m involved in.

Their homeless program is in need of men’s items:

Razors, clippers, aftershave, shampoo.

All of these things are in my bathroom.

All of these things are collecting dust.

All of these things were left behind by a man who has no earthly use for them.

I gather the things into shopping bags.

Razors, clippers, aftershave, shampoo.

And arrange for someone named Paul to pick them up on Monday.

I set the bags in the foyer.

Razors, clippers, aftershave, shampoo.

Remind the things—and myself—that they’re bound for something grander.

Something grander than a bathroom cabinet that hasn’t seen light in nearly three years.