Watching “Hoarders” last night, I had a thought just hit me in the gut.
I am one of them! I am a hoarder!
Now, please understand, my house is not a cesspool of items. It is not dirty or filthy or even cluttered. Okay, maybe cluttered, but by no means is my house the problem.
No, it’s my mind. In my mind I hoard thoughts, conversations, comments, letters. . .
Offenses I have suffered pile up in the corners. Memories are buried – some deep, others just on the surface. I’m sure there are things lost in there!
Nasty thoughts can creep in like cobwebs. There are dingy places where I tried to clean it out, but the residue still remains. Some places are quite organized – like stacked boxes of “important” items. Other areas are filled with scattered thoughts.
I know there are books in there! Not to mention songs and pictures!
There are important items I have held on to, ones that brighten and remind me of beautiful times. There are items that clearly need to be purged and removed.
One of the participants on the show said “It just started piling up, and I would start to think about how to fix it – where I would start, what I would do with the stuff. Honestly, by the time I got done thinking about it, I was too tired to do anything about it!” Isn’t that how it is in our lives a lot of time? We start thinking about how to clear our minds – how to clean out things we don’t need or that are nasty and causing disease, but by the time we have come up with our solution, we are too tired to do anything about it.
The awesome thing is that when Christ is the center of our life, he is our “behavioral therapist” he is also our “aftercare specialist”. He is there to show us the way, to renew our energy and to encourage us. He is there with garbage trucks and his gloves on to clean out our filth.
The question is, will we let him?
Or will we, like so many on that show, make excuses, get mad, and refuse to let go?