Power-Washing

Recently, we met a young man at our church who is a "power-washer."  Yes. He power-washes recreational buildings in the Phoenix area.  One potent swipe, one powerful swish and buildings, sidewalks, and decks look different.  A dingy landscape becomes as it was originally intended: clean. We could relate to his profession...somewhat.

If you have been following our Blog, you know we experienced powerwashing, not in Phoenix in 113 degree summers, but in Germany last summer where the weather was actually kinder and more agreeable.

 Here is what we thought about this assignment:
Linda's testimony:  Power washing was a new experience for me.  In my first lesson, I learned how necessary it was to brace my back against the railing of the scaffolding and how important it was to plant my feet determinedly on the damp wooden plank 20 feet above the ground because when I pressed the nozzle, the water shot out like a Chicago street hydrant!  The water wanted to control the hose and the nozzle wanted to control me.  Steadily, I aimed at a space on the side of the three-story building and managed the nozzle for a comfortable water release.  Then two things happened:  a cool mist reflected back onto me and a significant difference appeared within that space on the building. After I had witnessed the stucco becoming what it had originally intended to be, I never got tired.  The "change" had my attention.  The most astonishing effect was that I had not realized just how dirty the building had become through its decades of living.  The sight of the before and after was mesmerizing and contagious.  Finally, I handed the nozzle to Jim.

 Jim's testimony:  I knew about the power of the water and bracing for its surge because I had experienced power-washing earlier in my life.  The wooden planks get very slippery, so planting the feet to avoid a slip is always and intentionally important.  For this project, we had to have a system of sweeps, either horizontally or diagonally, to assure that when the natural light fell on the walls of the church later in the day, every inch reflected pristine change. The voltage in Germany is 240, but that power washer required 360 voltage, which is potent and herculean.  Clearly, the force and the source of the water was so powerful that an outcome was inevitable.

It was interesting and fun to discuss our power-washing experience with someone who actually does it daily and observes real change regularly, and our conversation with him motivated this Blog post.
We all agreed we had met the Source and had experienced Power-Washing.

Keep Looking Up,                                                           Have you experienced Power-Washing?
J:m and L:nda