Last night my husband called me to our room to show me a project he had completed. I had my suspicions after eyeing the shoe organizer box I saw him lug to the trash, so eagerly I went. He opened the closet door and I gasped. I believe my words were, “This closet looks just like HGTV!” (Or perhaps I said, “You totally gave yourself the better half,” but we need not go into specifics.)
All of the hangers faced the same way, the floor shined to perfection, and the shelves looked like something out of a magazine. Truly, he couldn’t have done a better job organizing the space if he were Martha Stewart (and I am eternally grateful he is not).
But then I looked a little closer …
“Honey,” I said, “Where are all my shoes?”
I realized with what my novelist friends like to call a sudden snap of clarity why the closet looked so good. Half my stuff was missing! My husband explained with a unapologetic grin that he had moved my belongings to the room next door to create more space. The shiny new shoe organizer … was his.
Of course the closet looked great! My carefully cultivated clutter was gone!
And so today I have been combing through my belongings–the evidence I live in a first-world country with zero reason to complain ever–and you know what? I realize he did me a favor. I don’t want all this stuff. I will sort through my things and return only what I need.
As I dig through shoes I never wear, I am thinking about another kind of clutter:
Tomorrow is Sunday, which means I have clothes to iron and lunch to plan and music to practice. My Luke serves on the church staff, so Sunday is easily the busiest day of our week. Yet I would argue that Saturday is just as–or dare I say it? more–important than Sunday.
Why would I spend more time ironing my clothes than preparing my heart?
Why should I care more about lunch than worship?
Why is practice more important than prayer?
If I send my family to church with ironed clothes and stubborn hearts I have contributed to whitewashed tombs–beautiful on the outside yet full of dead men’s bones on the inside (Matthew 23:27).
So this morning I am purging our closet called Saturday. I am removing needless to-dos and streamlining unhelpful entertainment. I am simplifying today’s commitments so that tomorrow’s worship will burst forth spontaneously from hearts that love God.