Cleaning is not on my list of things I like to do. I do it, not often and not well. It seems that I can dust, and in a day, you can't tell I've dusted.  As soon as I vacuum, the dog scratches and deposits a nice bit fur on the carpet, or leaves crumbs of food in his wake. When I actually clean a window, within a very short time, either the sun shines through and loudly proclaims that I made the window streaky, or my dog puts his wet nose on the glass just to make sure there is a pane of glass there.  I think you know what I mean, right?  Cleaning is never ending and is never done. That's why I don't like it. As I was bemoaning this thought the other day, another thought struck me like lightening.  How does God feel about cleaning ?  He forgives my sins then I get all dirty again, smudges of grime, streaks of bitterness, bits of fur in my wake.  He cleans me by the power of the blood.  Then I step in filth, rub my nose in someone else's business, tra...