While shaving this morning, Emily, our eighteen-year-old daughter, said, “Excuse me” as she was trying to navigate her way by me in order to exit the bathroom. It made me reflect on the value bathroom sanctification.

Since Emily was little she has shared our bathroom with 5 older brothers and sisters. The result? Bathroom sanctification. You are immediately confronted with your heart when someone sticks their elbow in you. While you are primping, your siblings are proding you. Good for the soul. It reminded me of the college dorm that Emily and I had visited in December. It was either Messiah College or PBU. She stuck her head in the bathroom (which was shared by four students) and said, “Boy that is roomy.” Jill and I have always coveted low-level suffering for our kids growing up. When we go out to eat we usually ask Kim to pray for us on her Pathfinder speech computer. At times the volume on the Pathfinder is a little too high and the prayer time quickly becomes mass evangelism. “JESUS, THANK YOU FOR THIS FOOD.” As our teenagers would slowly sink in their seats, Jill and I would try vainly to supress the smiles on our faces. God is good.