When I'm on the road traveling with my evangelist husband-and that's most of the time-I struggle with laundromats and long to be standing over my Maytag. I drag loads of dirty clothes into a laundromat, try to learn the nuances of these machines, then drag the folded clothes out to the car, worrying about whether the snow will make my work meaningless.
I love my Maytag!
Today I heard about an Adventist pastor's wife in Eastern Europe who almost got a new washing machine. Her family had saved for five years. No more hand scrubbing. No more walking to the community laundry spot. But then she and her family heard about NET '96, desperately wanted to be a part of it, and longed to bring people into the church. She took all of that money-their complete five-year savings-and put it into evangelism. She could continue to wash on a scrub-board. Maybe in another five years they could think again of purchasing that washing machine.
Tonight I did three loads of wash in my Maytag. I thought of that woman. We haven't met. I don't even know her name. But I was moved by her sacrifice. Suddenly I wished I could give her my Maytag. And surprise her with clothes for her entire family to wash in it. And beautiful linens for their beds and soft thick towels to dry on.
I folded my hands over my Maytag and prayed for my sister in Jesus. A warm peace filled my soul as I pictured her church full of people hearing the truth. She doesn't have a washing machine. But she has something that many of us with Maytags need.
