THIS LITTLE PIGGY SHOULD HAVE STAYED HOME
EXT. HOME IN BEAUTIFUL SUBURB OF TULSA - MORNING.
KATHY helplessly watches as RICHARD her aircraft engineer husband, firmly plants FOR SALE sign in front yard of home they just recently purchased, both with solemn looks on their faces.
I'm sorry! I wish I could make it go away!(CONT'D)
We should have stayed in ADA. How could we have known two planes flying through buildings in New York, would land in our living room?
INT. ELEGANT FORMAL DINING ROOM OF LARGE HOME IN AN EXCLUSIVE COMMUNITY IN OKLAHOMA -LATER THAT SAME EVENING.
We've always said we trusted God no matter what. Now, we get a chance to prove it! I should never have bought the new house without this one selling. I never dreamed this could happen to us.
All eyes turn to Kathy to see what her reaction to her husband will be. They see a tear silently fall down the side of her cheek. No other expression or sound.
We'll be pulling up the realtor sign and putting FOR SALE BY OWNER in it's place in the morning. Only, the owner isn't us anymore. We have to give it back to God. He knew this would happen...it's HIS to sell. There's no way we can pay a realtor's fee.
The sense of peace in the room is interupted by the cry of the couples 2 year old son.
The night rolls by the morning sun rises and you hear a phone ringing. The startled couple, still sleeping, jolts awake to scrounge for the phone. Again baby crying in the background.
Cut to- smiles on faces, moving truck in driveway, clearly the Home for sale by owner has been sold and the family is moving today.
Richard and the children drive off behind the moving truck in a Suburban while you see Kathy return to the porch of the house. She is left to do minor clean up before the new owner will arrive in the next scene/next day. She is reflective as music plays and emotions of saying goodbye in each child's room.
MRS. G. NEW HOMEOWNER INSERTING KEY INTO FRONT DOOR CLEARLY BEFORE AGREED TIME TO TRANSFER
KATHY (embarrassed) fumbles for a robe and asks the new owner to wait a moment before entering the master bedroom.
I thought you were not coming until 3:00pm. (CONT'D)
I'm not quite ready to go yet.
The silence is deafening as the two women stare at each other awkwardly as Kathy bounces from room to room trying to get the last minute things out of the house.
I'm sorry for the garage not being ready yet, I thought I had all day to get it done. I'll hurry and get out of your way.
Okay...so you get the idea.
God just sold our house! So why, overnight, was I now angry, and having a pity party, and doubting Jesus?
Why was this God-send of a women who provided an answer by purchasing our house one day ago, now on my "&#!+" list (I know, I know...I shouldn't have a list) for not giving me enough time to leave my home peacefully!
Okay, I thought to myself, I have Richard's truck. This town has a landfill. That...is plan B. After all, we lived without this stuff for 10 months who will miss it now? Right? Am I Right?
I popped a mint in my mouth, put my hair in a ponytail, stepped into my flip flops and slapped on some deodorant. I gathered the last few things from inside the house which included a full set of pots and pans, random toys, slightly forgotten last seasons clothes and the pacifier I found the night before. I headed to the garage as I watched strangers take over the interior of my home...I mean former home.
I gathered everything left in the garage (which was quite a bit) and stuffed it all into hefty garbage bags. Tossing one by one the once important memories and treasures of our "life on the hill with matching country club rights", into garbage bags!
My plan was...get the stuff to the dump...get the check to the bank...get out of town..get on with life.
So I drive to the Dump...which I found by following the gulls...that is...until I no longer needed their guidance as my nose was now clearly able to sniff out the rotting garbage heap I was approaching.
"I THINK I CAN I THINK I CAN" kept racing through my head as I followed his hand signals to direct me to back up into the space closest to his big bulldozer.
He signaled me to stop...he smiled really big and goofy..and went back to leaning on his bull dozer.
"UH...HELLO? A little help here?
He just watched...and grinned!
I held my breath, opened the door...took my usual step down from the tall truck...IN FLIP FLOPS (Which I do not recommend)...and...SQUISSSHHHHHHHH! LOST MY FLIP FLOP ON THE FIRST STEP!
As I looked down to try and retrieve my shoe -- I realized the squishy feeling between my toes was not just landfill mud.
Let the yelling, screeeeeaaaaammmmmmiiiingg and -yes- CURSING begin! (Give a sister a break....I was standing in a DEAD PIG!)
My little piggies...in a little piggy!!!!
I looked over at "Goober" hoping he would come running to help.
He was too busy -laughing at me!
So- being the tough Chick that I am, I GRABBED THE SIDE OF THE TRUCK AND PULLED MYSELF INTO THE BED OF THE TRUCK...SHOELESS by now.
NOT HAPPY...NO...DOWN RIGHT FUMING!
I was Hot!
"HOW DARE SOMEONE LEAVE THIS MESS AHEAD OF ME? HOW DARE THAT ROUND LITTLE TOOTHLESS MAN PUT ME HERE...AND LAUGH AT MY LOSS OF SHOE?"
I started pitching everything in my truck out on to what appeared to be a 20 foot circle of more dead animal parts. Okay, so it was November 1st, Did some weird Halloween ritual take place here the night before? Maybe "GOOBER" and the boys had a Bar-b-q last night?
No matter what the explanation of the dead little piggy, it was disgusting!
Oh, Man! Do we do that? Do we catagorize our sin? Their's look like dead pig parts...an abomination to God...but mine? Just a little trash, clean trash at that. No fowl (pun intended) no harm, right?
I mean...other people have murdered, not me- right? Other people have committed adultery...not me -right? Other people are racist...not me-right? Other people vote to end the life of innocence...not me-right? Unclean...not me- right?
So ...my hate, maybe a little gossip listened to in the form of a "prayer request" maybe a little envy here or there, maybe lack of trust, maybe a bit of pride, maybe that "STINK-EYE" I had given MRS. G. for coming in too early that morning...maybe the downright anger in my heart...which was hate stirring anger aimed at "Goober"...not big sins right?
Well, what did God see looking down on the landfill that day?
SIN IS SIN....the bible says:
For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.
My ability that day to go from praise to pity party...brought to light my sin condition. I seemed unable to grasp Paul's call to live in contentment NO MATTER WHAT OUR CIRCUMSTANCES.
Forgiveness was part of my trip to Owasso that night. Begging God for it, and asking Him to allow me to extend it.
I struggled with forgiveness along the way for the next few years as God allowed us to grow through what might have seemed to others as a very unfair situation.
God is GOOD! He knew how hot the furnace had to be to get rid of some dross in our lives during that time.
I don't want to do it again...but I am ever grateful for God's mercy, forgiveness and faithfulness to us during our rough times. He has forgiven me of so much anger, pride, sin...I am learning to trust Him NO MATTER WHAT! Someday there will be (as promised) no more tears, no more job loss, no more death, no more planes flying through buildings....no more stinkin' pig parts! We (Christ Followers) will see Him face to face!
I hope you trust Him. I hope you have accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and His offer to take your stinkin' trash away and cleanse you.
Turn from known sin in your life.