But then the load is ready to come out of the dryer. As I fold an undershirt, and then a handtowel, and then my biking shorts, I say a prayer for someone, anyone, or give thanks for something, or someone. As I smooth out and put my laundry in order, I ask God to put my life in better order. Iron out my crooked places, O Lord.
And then there are socks – notoriously independent creatures, although they were made to live in pairs. I’m always one sock short. Where could it be? As I pair my socks, I pray for a relationship, mine with my child or spouse, a couple I know that is struggling. When I notice the lonely sock without its friend, I think of someone who’s been left alone – and pray, and maybe even email or phone the person. Or I think of the one who has gone out on his own – the friend who’s moved to the West coast for work, or the son away at college – and I pray, and maybe even shoot that person a note of love.
The laundry: another chance to worship fully.