Moving Experience
Just helped Larry and Marsha Wofford move this evening. They had been on the mission field in South Dakota for 23 years! Gettin’ it done for 23 years. It was amazing to see some similarities on that truck with moving trucks that I have had before. Being a pastor and professor, Larry had a ton of books. I would hate to have to box up all my books again. I have need for more bookshelves in my office already–just think of 23 or more years of ministry. I began thinking of all of the stuff that one, or two, might obtain and collect of the course of a lifetime. More stuff than you could really fit in a U-Haul, I bet. You would have to give away a bunch. Get $2 at a garage sale for some more. Guilt your kids into taking that which you don’t want (just kidding mom!–not really)! I think that is why my grandparents never moved from their little general store converted house in Cabool. It took several years for my mom and her siblings to sort out all of their stuff.
There is part of me that would love to move. The smell of fresh paint and carpets. The excitement of a new place. The little things that “the next house will be different” that will be–well, different. But then again, I might have to get rid of a bunch of junk that I don’t want to get rid of. Sounds like a lot of work that I’m not willing to do.
Isn’t that the way life is? I sure would love to have (insert item). I wish I was in shape more. I wish my debts were paid off. I wish . . . But honestly, I’m not really willing to sacrifice my stuff in order to do it. I am that way with my Christian life as well. I want to be more like Christ, but most of the time am not willing to part with my stuff. Baggage really. Some of it is really dark stuff. But most of it is simply stuff . . . not necessarily bad stuff, but not the BEST stuff for me to have and walk closer to Jesus. Maybe I need to load up the truck and it’s moving day!
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