Dishes?

I've been reading from Jonathan Wilson-Hartgrove's book called New Monasticism, and I'd like to quote from it. He quotes from Chris Rice--"It is enough to get the love of God into your bones and to lice as if you are forgiven. It is enough to care for eachother, to forgive eachother, to forgive eachother, and to wash the dishes." He is responding to our tendency to want to change others around us to be more like what we think they should be like. But what strikes me about the quote is the last line, which sticks out like a sore thumb against the beautiful idealism of what i think loving eachother looks like, or so I sometimes think. Perhaps washing dishes, such a commonplace act that seems so routine (or distasteful, or both) encapsulates what love looks like in action better than most activities. Indeed, perhaps it is in the "commonplace," the banal activities of life that our love (for God and others) is truly tested. I'm also reminded of dear brother Lawrence, to whom dishwashing was such a chore until the constant "practice" of God's presence turned this simple activity into a holy sacrament.