My son is a general contractor and is currently “flipping” houses. Recently, he purchased a home formerly owned by single man who died suddenly of a heart attack. He had no children and a couple of nieces inherited his house–and his mess. For years he’d been a hoarder. Mike showed me pictures of empty plastic soda bottles piled high in the corner of the kitchen, papers stacked everywhere, bathrooms that should have been condemned. The nieces were happy someone wanted to buy the house and clean it up.
I try to understand why people become hoarders. Loneliness? Boredom? Just don’t care about organization and cleanliness? From what I’ve learned, even if something is useless, it is hard for a hoarder to part with it. A hoarder may know they have something important in the house but can’t find. They lose relationships and become angry and defensive when someone offers to help them clean up their home.
There is a parallel with a house hoarder and a heart hoarder. How much junk do we keep in our hearts? Frustration? Fear? Hatred? Hurts? Lies? If you were to take a paper heart and write on it everything you are holding on to, it would make your real heart palpitate.
Jesus says we should unload on him. He’s got a heart big enough for the worst hoarders.
Lord, help us rid our hearts of junk that keeps us from feeling joy. Amen.