Last January, the plumber had to cut a hole in our kitchen ceiling to replace a worn out pipe. It was a mess but The Cleaning Lady from Heaven essentially Cloroxed our kitchen. And then we needed to have someone else some repair the hole.
Now it is April and there is still a hole in the kitchen ceiling. The weird thing is that I don’t even notice it anymore. Friends from Virginia came to visit and said, “Wow, there’s a hole in your kitchen ceiling” and I said, “Oh, right. There is. We need to get that fixed.” But office days are long and there’s work travel and Easter took a lot of attention. But, yes, we need to get that hole fixed. Honestly, I’m not even sure who to call for this. (A plasterer? A construction professional?)
The ecclesiastical moral of this story: churches have had assorted versions of holes for years and we get used to them and don’t even notice, until an outsider comes in and notices the hole. Churches’ possible responses:
- We can’t afford to fix the hole.
- We’re so used to the hole, we stopped noticing.
- I can’t believe you’d offend us by mentioning the hole!
- We’ll try to fix the hole ourselves, although we don’t really know what we’re doing.
- Do you know anyone who can help us fix this hole? And maybe re-paint, while we’re at it?