The Secret Bathroom

Let’s be honest. Most of us love our churches. If you don’t love the church you’re at, let’s talk about it. But for many of us, the thing that we love most about our church, the place we worship, isn’t the music. Or the people. Or the bad coffee or the good coffee.

It’s the secret bathroom.

The private getaway that took you weeks to find. Out of dozens of restrooms in your building, or in the rec center or school your church meets in, you’ve taken the time to figure out which maintains the proper temperature, smell, lighting, and toilet paper supply. You’re probably thinking about it right now.

I know where mine is. Of course, I can’t tell you where it is. But I can tell you a little about it.

My secret bathroom is far, far away from the main thoroughfares of my church. If you think that it is even within 100 feet of the main stalls off the foyer, you are dead wrong friends.

My secret bathroom feels more like my own private Batcave; whenever I arrive, it feels like no one knows about this place but me. I enter, and the lights are off (always a good sign in searching for the perfect bathroom.) There’s never trash on the floor, and it never smells of anything but hand soap. It’s delightful.

My secret bathroom, much like the room of requirement at Hogwart’s, seems to know my every need before I get there. Today I was a little chilly, and the heater was running. I got to take care of business under a wonderful warm vent. You could nap in there! And when I’m sweaty after a rowdy time drumming or playing guitar, my secret bathroom has had the AC running in anticipation of my visit. It’s like my secret bathroom knows me. The only thing that could make my secret bathroom better would be those automatic lights that click on when you enter. But maybe next Christmas my secret bathroom will surprise me…

So what’s your secret bathroom like?