As I sit here and write the beginning of this post, I am in the midst of packing to evacuate the area to flee from the mega-storm, Irma, that, which by the time you read this, will have already passed.
I just arrived back home this morning from a mini vacation with my family, up in Ohio, to help my dad pack up our Ford Expedition with our animals, memory boxes, pictures, etc., and head out… back to Ohio.
During this whole packing process, I realized how much stuff I had that I was relatively easily prepared to leave behind. For instance, my closet… I grabbed a few items that I’d be able to use for work and then left with whatever else was already in my suitcase from my Ohio vacation.
Yes, I do have a love for clothes, but in that moment of “there’s a possibility you might not see this ever again,” I wasn’t too concerned with grabbing what I’ve spent a lot of time shopping for, looking for, etc.
While I say that this process was relatively easy, for me, it was pretty emotional. Sitting on my bed, looking around at my little collection of what makes me happy, thinking, you’ll never be able to save it all, so what means the most to you?
What means the most to you?
That day, those words were on repeat. I started to realize that yes, some of my earthly possessions are more important than others e.g., pictures, letters, etc., but what really means the most to me?
Jesus vs. Stuff… That’s where my head was at.
Now, don’t get me wrong, having stuff isn’t bad or sinful. It’s not that Jesus has a problem with treasure, it’s our hearts toward the treasure that’s the problem.
For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.
1 Timothy 6:10
When our worldly goods are a tripping point, it’s time to look around and see where our hearts are really tuned. Think about why you’re purchasing, if you’re storing up treasures here on earth in hopes that someone will be envious of you, or you’re fearful of what the future might hold – stop.
Think about where that stuff will go someday. In the trash?
You will not be able to take it to Heaven.
When you’re gone, what do you want to go with you? Memories of sorrow and rejoicing from those you loved here on Earth? A sound mind and content heart, knowing that you’ll be meeting Jesus with open hands?