Tear it down...
rip it out...
make it right.
Our latest theory is that I'm allergic to my house. It's an 80 year old house and on the other side of the wallboard is a menagerie. We have cats not so much to eliminate our boarders as to persuade them to stay on their side of the wallboard.
For me, as would-be theologian, one thing to take away from this is a reminder that all the language we use about mysteries is highly inadequate.
That explains (if I'm right) the multitude of "doctrines of the Atonement." Not one single image or account can do the job.
Here we have "forget," even though we cannot really think that God does not know every minute and every intention of my life. There, in a flat earth metaphor, we have our sins as far from us as East is from the West (which means they meet somewhere around Canberra, right?) And over THERE we have "covered" in the blood of the lamb.
All are wonderfully evocative and helpful. None is sufficient to capture and convey the wonder. To gaze upon the crucifix or on the broken bread is to jump into a quiet maelstrom which has no bottom, but which we hope will spew us out,once day, on the other bank of the Jordan.
You need “home makeover 2.1 “ ...LOL
Do have someone check for mold.. they have this handy little gadget now that can find it lurking