Well guys, I've done it now!
Our whole little town has a sale every June and this one was no exception. While hubby was watching our sale, my oldest daughter and I walked around the neighborhood to see what we could filch out of our neighbors renderings. One the walk around we noticed the church down the ways was having a rummage sale. Darest I enter into the darn dundgeon of a church basement and slink around and see what I could find? Yep, I darest. Nice sale, lots of stuff, priced cheap too. We walked away with a nice clean spotless tea kettle that my daughter has been wanting to have forever, and only a quarter to boot!
Now I tell you, I expect that the tea kettle (No, it is not blue, nor does it resemble smurfs in any way.) will somehow pour water in itself in the middle of the night, ignite the gas stove and start to whistle about 2a.m. Or maybe it will sprout legs and climb the stairs in the night just to sit and stare at me sometime in the wee hours of the morning. (If it brings me tea and a donut though, I definitly will have to keep it, demonized or not.) It just might even find its way out into the garage sale tomorrow, plunk a sign on itself, and march up and down in front of the house yelling "apostates live here!" (Or worse yet, it could start handing out Watchtower and Awakes to the early garage sale visiters!!)
But one thing I now know is, that I walked into a church and came away from it without a guilty feeling in any part of my body. Never would have even begun to think of going into a church rummage sale and even more so, never would have considered buying anything there. How sad to have guided my life by superstition for such a long time. (JWs laugh at people being superstious of walking under ladders and not letting black cats cross their paths, but believe instead, that everything under the sun is demonized.) But it is now great to live with the freedom of real living.
Have a great weekend everyone!
Lindy (Antique)