***Yikes! I’ve had my days alllll mixed up! I thought Wednesday was Tuesday so I didn’t post anything for Thursday. And all day long today, I thought it was Friday! Sheesh! Forgive me. 😀 ***
Radio. The days of The Shadow, Blondie, Red Skelton, Burns and Allen, Ellery Queen, and many more.
One of the longest lasting radio programs was Fibber McGee. A comedy show that premiered in 1935 and continued until – believe it or not – 1959!
They had a running gag about The Closet. Fibber told his wife that everything in the closet was arranged just the way he wanted it. So, every time he opened the closet door, all the contents came tumbling down on his head. His usual response, “I gotta get that closet cleaned out one of these days!”
One day, his wife Molly went to the closet to look for the dictionary and promptly became buried in an avalanche of Fibber’s stuff. Cleaning out the closet was the theme for this show’s plot and all kinds of items were uncovered, like a photo album, a rusty horseshoe, and a ten-foot pole.
In another episode, they flipped the gag. The doctor came to visit and, as he was leaving, attempted to open the closet door. Of course, the audience chuckled in anticipation. Molly tried to stop the doctor, but that day had come and Fibber told her he had cleaned out the closet that morning and it was okay.
However, the gag did not end there. The closet became cluttered and ready to explode once again, leading to more disasters.
“Fibber McGee’s closet” entered the American vernacular and became a catch phrase synonymous with household clutter. I remember my mom saying it numerous times.
The thing is, the more you pile into a closet, the harder it is to find something.
That being the case, I wonder…do I have a Fibber McGee’s Closet, one full of things I keep shoving into it? Overflowing with things I’d like to forget or hide away?
I do. In the home of my heart, the place I have told the Lord is His home. When I collect things, like old hurts, dirty sins, unresolved unforgiveness, and outdated heartaches, and toss them into my heart-closet, I pile them on top of the Lord, covering Him up. Then, when I need Him, I can’t find Him.
Do I do as Fibber did, clean out my closet only to pile things back in, filling it up again with so much stuff that it’s ready to explode, leading to more disasters?
Every day should be a clean-the-closet day, never letting anything accumulate. Or explode!
Do you have a heart-closet full of old junk? Are you putting off cleaning it out? Is it ready to explode?
***Because my head was in Neverneverland, I had to pull out this oldie and dust it off. Hope you don’t mind.***
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