IMHO, that's just silly.
There's an old story, don't know if it's true or not, and I can't recall which preacher/evangelist they attribute it to, but it goes like this.
Someone brought in a HUGH amount of money for the offering. Everyone knew it was gambling and likker money. So they said,
"Brother Stormhands, don't you know that's the devil's money?"
"Well, the devil's had it long enough."
Well, I just know that every time I used it or looked at it I'd think of the crappy way they treated me and how they think they can just toss a washer/dryer at me and all is well.
My best friend's mom died. I think I've mentioned her...she was very kind to me...lived across the street and was my refuge growing up. Anyway, she grew old and died this past week. I really loved her...she was very good to me when I was growing up.
Anyway, she was an artist and painted the most beautiful rose painting just for me. I got it for a birthday. I had it hanging in my room all while I was growing up, remember opening it and being amazed that someone had made something so pretty just for me. Gosh, I was maybe 8 years old?
My mom won't give it to me...she says it's hers and I only thought it was mine. Also, a little girl's purse...my neighbor painted a little wooden purse with roses all over it and that was another gift...but again, I am mistaken. Why would my neighbor paint my mother a little girl's wooden purse?
They're very pretty and I think she intends to give them to my nieces.
I'd rather have those two items and my Vietnamese doll my cousin brought me from the war...but I guarantee I'll never see them again. They're my belongings but they're valuable and I'm not worthy...so you watch, they'll go to my nieces.
My potential granddaughters should have them.
No, I don't want no w/d from them.
Amen, brother! It's time to put it to GOOD use!