We had a strange fishy smell in our refrigerator yesterday. I couldn’t see any cause for the offending order, so I gave it a deep clean this morning. This is not my usual procedure, which may be why, as I was trying to make the 20-year-fridge look like new, I was remembering that it was nuns who set my much-abused standard for “really clean.”
“Cleanliness is next to godliness” was the motto of the nun who directed my scrubbing the convent pantry floor every afternoon for several years. The unambiguous implication of Sister Teresita’s daily repetition of her motto was that I was unfortunately lacking in sufficient godliness.
By that standard I’m still not going to make it to the top celestial tiers.
But these days I’m more inclined to think that kindness is closer to godliness than cleanliness.
Unfortunately, compared to some of the acts of kindness I’ve seen in others, I doubt I’m going to make it to the top tiers on that score either.