June 2, 2005

sticky

Well, we did our first move of the year.

I was a little excited about this move. I am usually excited about moving anyway. It gives me a chance to do something besides school, or school-related work. It also gives me a chance to lose a little weight. But I was specifically excited about this one because it was a youth pastor.

But I was sorely disappointed.

During the course of my moving career, I have done some fairly interesting moves. And I have also done some really nasty moves. I am not talking about messy, or stuff that is out of place, I am talking about dirty.

The move today was that way. Things were just plain old dirty. Not taken care of. I don't want to be judgmental, but how you take care of your home says a lot about who you are as a person. My perception of this youth pastor was affected by the condition of his things.

Our things do not belong to us. They are God's things, and we are simply stewards of His possessions. So it really isn't about how we take care of our stuff, it is about how we take care of God's stuff.

I think that I am probably just tired of doing these kind of moves. They absolutely disgust me. I walk away from them feeling like I am covered in a thin layer of disgustingness. When all of a person's furniture is sticky, that just isn't right.

Mostly, I feel sorry for the children in these situations. There has been more than one move that I have done where there are small children living in this kind of filth. And I just know that these kids are going to grow up to be the same way.

And I will probably have to move their sticky furniture.