We had guests over to our home today from our church. I was cleaning dishes in the kitchen when a memory came to me. Years ago, perhaps before I was ten years old, guests were expected at our home in West Jordan. Mom was busily encouraging each of us to help make the house clean and presentable.
Naturally, cleaning was not nearly the priority to me as it was to my mother. "Isn't cleaning dishonest, mom?" I asked. "This isn't how we always are..." With seven children, the house was rarely immaculate, but that is not to suggest it was ever terribly dirty.
I don't exactly remember mom's response, but I do remember that I didn't get out of any chores. I chuckle, now. There I was, rapidly cleaning dishes with the hope that no one would know that we often have half a sink full, and I thought to myself for a moment... "Is this honest...?"
