The Throne

The other day my friend was lamenting how awful her bathroom smelled with four males in the house using the same toilet. I remember thinking when my son was potty trained, “Oh great! Now we have urine everywhere instead of just in the diaper!” My friends in Nepal have had to train the boys who visit their home in how to use a flushing toilet. The boys are accustomed to a urinal being simply a hole in the ground. Enough of that…

I remember once when I was scrubbing the bathroom and having conversation with God to the effect that I was so grateful that I could bow at His throne in prayer instead of having to bow at the toilet throne for eternity!


Imagine my surprise when I saw this toilet recently! Pray without ceasing!