I’ve been selling off some of my stuff lately. Not the sentimental stuff, but things that I put back that had value, but no real connection to me or my family or the imagination. I managed to completely empty a safe deposit box today and do away with it, thereby saving me $37.10 a year to have the box. I feel good about that, but looking around my house, I know I and we still have a ways to go to remove some clutter.
I have a sort of love/hate relationship with possessions. I loved toys when I was a kid, and the more the better, so there’s still part of “little Mark” in me that thinks I need lots of things to be happy. And I’m a writer, so I would love for thousands and thousands of people to own my books in paper form, but I know that would kill countless trees and just add to the clutter in other’s lives. I’m always amazed at the number of storage units across the U.S. There are so many that there are auctions when people forget they have stuff or don’t pay the rental fee, and so many that there was even a television show about the fight to win other people’s leftovers. It’s a strange thing to have more stuff than your house can hold, so you pay someone else to store it for you.
It’s tough to clear out the clutter. I know that. I love my God, but if I was around back in Jesus times and he threw a Matthew 19:21 in my direction, I would have said, “Can you give me a day or two to think about it?” I’m not advocating everyone to get rid of their stuff or stop buying things, but I will say that it feels good to have more empty space from time to time, and I know that that empty space promotes a feeling of peace and freedom and encourages creativity. Ultimately, I like to look at it like this…. Jesus didn’t have to leave a will.
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