Our garage is filled with the tangible evidence of
our living. There are bookcases, cooking implements, computer software, a lawn
mower, various kitchen utensils, lots of canning jars and a canner, ... well,
you get the idea. The garage is filling up with the stuff that we've outgrown,
out used, or just won't have a place for in either of our future homes. It's
stuff we have to get rid of.
Some stuff has already been given or sold to others.
A small TV with a DVD player to a church's nursery; a lawn mower to our
neighbor; landscaping tools and some plants to yet another neighbor. Things we
asked others if they could use because we thought they might and because we
cared about what happened to them.
As I weed through the stuff in this house and think
about what I really need for the next, I keep finding more stuff I really don't
need. Why do I have so many sets of sheets when I only have one bed? Why so
many sets of towels? Why so many curtain rods? Where did all these computer and
phone cords come from anyway? The more I open boxes and closets, the more stuff
that ends up in my garage for the sale. I really don't need most of this stuff.
So why did I buy it in the first place? And where has it been hiding all this
time?
Some things I take hold of and wonder if I could
possibly live without even though they have no practical or monetary value.
It's all in the sentimental or memory value. The box of letters my mother wrote
to me over the years, the tattered and worn table scarf that was Dan's
grandmother's, my mother’s cookbooks; and the dress I wore to my son’s wedding.
These collect dust or sit in a box untouched. Some are too fragile to be
handled. Their real value is in the memory, the association to a loved one, the
emotional connection. I can't bring myself to throw them away. So into a box
they'll go and they'll get moved yet again.
Then there are the things I thought I lost that I'm
finding. The keys to my desk and firebox. The box of blank DVDs I replaced
already. The angel food cake cutter that I bought in a kitchen specialty shop 20
years ago and only used once and lost. Treasures I fretted about losing that
now will be sold in the garage sale. Not so valuable after all.
Moving is always a time to "clean house"
and "clean out." We don't want so much weight in that moving van
because we pay by the pound. This time, we're moving to a much smaller spaces
-- two homes in different corners of different states that don't add up the
same space we have now in one place. And, eventually (in 24 months), all the
stuff we move to both places will have to fit into just one space again – While
the parsonage where Dan will live is half again the size of where we live now,
we have to move him on our own and will probably have to move him to where I
land as well. So, we really must pare down what we own, sort through our stuff
and prioritize what is really important to keep and what we throw away, and
what we can pass along to others either through this sale or by donating to a
charity. We must make choices today that we may regret later -- either because
we got rid of something of value or kept something that has no value at the
other end of the move.
What would a "spiritual move" do in our
lives? What if we intentionally chose to journey from where we so comfortably
live now in the faith to a different place -- a new place? What if we explored
a different way to express or experience our faith? What would we need to leave
behind, or put in our "spiritual garage sale"? What would we pack
away into "spiritual storage"? And how much of that would we later
unload?
It was a spiritual garage sale that began our journey
to this place – ministry amongst a community in Southwest Indiana that we vowed
we’d never live in after an interview here in seminary. We had to move to a
whole new place spiritually to put ourselves where we could be open and ready
to do God's new thing, re-imagine the Church for a new generation of people. We
brought with us the necessities and a few things we didn't need. We left behind
those things that were no longer useful. We had to find new tools and means
once we began the new work. We made a move. We can't go back to where we were.
We can only go forward to yet a new place.
As we ready ourselves to begin a new leg of our
journey, moving on to other ministries in new places (yet to be determined in
my case), we begin again the sorting and the sifting. This journey begins with
divergent paths -- two journeys from one and merging again somewhere beyond the
present. What will we need for the journeys? What will we take that we find we
no longer need? What will we pass on to others who will find it useful?
Our garage is filled with the evidence of our
material living. What is the evidence of our Spiritual living? What have we
passed along to others? Given away freely? Offered at a price? What's in your
Spiritual Garage Sale?
Blessings, Carly
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