When I was an elementary-aged girl, my parents bought me a few iconic ‘80s toys. I had a Care Bear—Funshine to be precise. I had Bumblelion the Wuzzle. I had a Cabbage Patch doll as well. My parents used the adoption of the Cabbage Patch to teach me what it meant for me to be adopted. (We will not discuss my ingratitude for the little bald-headed baby version I was given, when my sister’s Cabbage Patch doll had beautiful, long brown hair.) Among these, one of the most memorable toys I was given was a Popple.
My Popple was purple with one blue ear, one pink ear, and a tuft of brightly colored clown-orange hair sitting on top of her head. While most generations know what Cabbage Patch dolls and Care Bears are, many are hopelessly confused as to what a Popple is. Even those who are of the same generation—who drank from water hoses and used the streetlights as a timekeeper—may not know what a Popple is. It was this adorable stuffed animal that had a pouch sewn on its back. When the Popple was “open,” it looked like a normal teddy bear-like creature. However, it could be wrapped up in its pouch to form a soft, squishy ball with a head. I loved my purple Popple.
One day, I took my Popple over to my friend’s house to play. Tiffany had the light pink Popple, and we were going to play with our Popples on the swing set in her backyard. Behind her house was a small, wooded area just on the other side of a retention ditch. This ditch was not very deep but often stayed quite muddy. As we were pushing our Popples on the swings, the neighborhood bully, Ashlyn, walked into Tiffany’s backyard. As it is with bullies, she snatched the purple Popple out of my hands and threw it into the boggy beyond.
Wails of, “I’m telling!” rang through the warmth and humidity of the Florida summer. Although we were not supposed to go in the woods and had better avoid the ditch as well, I just had to go and get my Popple. I fished the grubby purple furry ball out of the ditch. There was thick, sticky, brown goo all over. Its hard plastic eyes had mud caked on them, and the tuft of orange hair was now matted. Holding the Popple by the only clean spot—its tail—I carried it home to my mom.
Of course, Mom was concerned at my tears and lovingly listened to my account of Abominable, Awful Ashlyn and the ambushed attack of my purple Popple. I was so devastated, but my mom simply took the Popple into the kitchen and began brushing off the mud in the sink.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “We can clean her up.”
My mom proceeded to carry the Popple to the garage and place it in the washing machine. An hour later, the Popple emerged, clean and mud free. Although the fur was clean, it still was not quite ready.
“We can’t put her in the dryer because her plastic eyes and nose will melt,” Mom explained. “So, let her sit out here in the heat of the garage for a couple of days. Then she’ll be good as new.”
I still had my Cabbage Patch doll to keep me company. I still played school with Bumblelion and Funshine Bear as my star pupils. Tiffany and I went on several bike rides and adventures. However, I was still missing my Popple. When those few days had passed, I was ecstatic to get my Popple back.
Recently, as I was preparing to teach an elementary girls Sunday school class, the Lord brought this silly little childhood memory to my mind. I was studying in Galatians 6 when the Lord put the verse which says, …ye which are spiritual, restore such an one… together with this story. He used His Word and this incident to teach me a few things about restoring the Popples.
My Popple did not jump in the ditch.
As silly as it sounds, my Popple did not jump in the ditch. Not only that, but neither my friend Tiffany nor myself threw the Popple into the ditch. It was that neighborhood bully, Abominable, Awful Ashlyn—our arch-nemesis, our enemy—that threw my Popple into that ditch.
So many Christians fall into sin. Satan is working hard to snatch the Christian away from God’s will to throw him into the ditch of sin. Galatians 6:1 says, Brethren, if a man be overtaken in a fault,… Satan will take any opportunity, even in the midst of the glorious summery days of life, to pounce in a sneak attack in the life of a Christian.
Someone had to go and get my Popple out of the ditch.
Although the ditch was not a place I wanted to be, if I wanted to get my Popple back, I would have to go and fish it out of the mire. It meant my little pink jelly shoes were going to get muddy; and because jelly shoes are what they are, it meant my feet were going to get muddy, too. However, I could not bear the thought of leaving my Popple in the ditch. He would be lonely and scared outside all night by himself. He would miss the rest of my toy family, and they would miss him. (I was a very tender-hearted, and possibly slightly delusional, little child.)
When our brothers and sisters in Christ have fallen in sin, we ought to be the first ones to help them get back to God. Galatians 6:1 continues, …ye which are spiritual, restore such an one in the spirit of meekness;… God never commands the Christian to leave a family member struggling in sin. How heartless are those who ignore or, even worse, push someone back into the mud who is desperately trying to escape the quicksand of sin. It may take hours and years of devoted prayer and patient love which mars the pristine pink jelly shoes of our lives, but we must not give up on our Popples.
There was “great sorrow” over my ruined Popple.
Okay, so perhaps “great sorrow” is slightly hyperbolic, but to my young heart, that was the greatest tragedy one could experience at that moment in time. My poor Popple’s life was over. Finished! Done! I would never be able to play with her again. I needed to act quickly. Standing on the edge of the ditch and chiding her for being muddy would do no good. Poor purple Popple needed immediate assistance.
For those ensnared in Satan’s trap, life may seem hopeless. Those who love and care for those who are ensnared experience heartache as well. Our hearts are burdened for those lost in or enslaved by sin. Paul said in Romans 9:2-3, That I have great heaviness and continual sorrow in my heart… as he considered his …kinsmen according to the flesh… and their relationship with God. His heart was so grieved for them that he wished for himself to be cursed for their sakes. Those in sin ought to bring us to our knees in grief rather than on our pedestal in judgment.
Mom showed love and care toward my Popple.
While I could go down into the ditch and get the Popple, I was not able to clean her myself. I did not know what soap to use or how to wash her safely in the washing machine. I definitely would not have considered what the heat of the dryer would have done to her plastic parts. I had to rely on the wisdom and expertise of my mother.
While we can encourage and love those who have fallen, we are not the One Who can clean them. In Psalm 51, David, in need of a run through the spiritual washing machine, cried out to God: Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness:…Wash me throughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin…Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me. Only God can properly go through the cleaning process; but we can be there, eagerly waiting and hoping for the restoration.
Restoring my Popple took time.
While I wanted my Popple to be cleaned and ready to play with immediately, it took time. I had to be patient. I could not rush the process. Melted eyes and a nose would not have been a pretty picture. I had to trust my mom to do the cleaning she felt was best and wait for the work to be completed.
God can do a great miracle, but God will do it in His time. James 1:4 reminds us to be patient while God is working: But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing. We cannot grow frustrated or impatient with those coming back to God for restoration. God is working on growing our patience, but He is also doing a mighty work in the fallen.
There was great joy when my Popple rejoined my family of toys.
As a child, I remember grabbing my Popple off of the clothes dryer and running back to the patio where my chalkboard easel was set up to play “school” with the rest of my dolls. I remember announcing to the “class” that we were so glad to have Popple back in class from being sick all week. (Bumblelion was especially happy to see Popple again.)
A silly illustration from a child with an overactive imagination shows the joy that comes from a sinner being restored to God. In Luke 15:6, the shepherd of one hundred sheep said, …Rejoice with me; for I have found my sheep which was lost. In Luke 15:9, the woman who had ten pieces of silver said, Rejoice with me; for I have found the piece which I had lost. In Luke 15:23-24, the father of the prodigal son said, …let us eat, and be merry: For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found. And they began to be merry. Even greater than that, Jesus Himself said in Luke 15:10, Likewise, I say unto you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth. Of course, a sinner who gets right with God feels the joy returning to his life; but all those around him experience the joy of his restoration as well.
Love, encourage, help, and pray for the ditch-dunked, mud-caked, bully-barraged Popples in your life. Then, rejoice when restoration is finished and patience has had that perfect work.
by Krystal Salm