Get a load of these dishes! (pun definitely intended). They've been piling up since I didn't get to them right after cooking about a week ago. My roommates have since helped to add to the clutter.
There are dirty dishes. Somebody's got to do them.
There's a saying that spins around anarchist circles, "everyone wants a revolution but nobody wants to do the dishes." Nothing could ring truer in describing my years of living in community. And in a way, the same could be said about society in general.
People use dishes without washing them. Dishes pile up. The sink overflows with dirty dishes so they cover the counters and stove. Nobody wants to clean the pile because "they're not all mine."
We sometimes approach society similarly. Poverty, inequity, homelessness, hunger, racism, sexism, ageism, homophobia, heterosexism, xenophobia - these all exist, we see them all around us, overflowing the kitchen sink of our world, piling up on the counter and stove tops. So they are rare souls who confront this pile, sponge in hand, ready for the long, hard, dirty road ahead. Indeed it would seem as though cleaning dishes is the most revolutionary act of all!
At the same time, we don't want the washing of dishes to be only a tedious chore we do through clenched teeth and grumbling. We have to learn to dance with joy as we step up to the sink, because as Emma Goldman reminds us, a revolution without dancing is one not worth having!
I hope to find myself in good company as the years pass, as I draw into community with fellow dishwashers, as I pursue the vision God has given me for the city of Chicago. Imagine...