Last night, after organizing and delivering a day filled with merriment (and ice cream) for hundreds of kids at our school's summer meet and greet, I walked into the basement to assess what needed to take place this week, i.e. moving the furniture to tape the baseboards, fixing the dings and patching the dents. What did I find?
They're kids (not to make excuses) -- and, apparently there are a few lessons necessary about space maintenance that we need to review! Parental oversight is not optional in kid spaces, regardless if there is a door to keep the public from seeing the mess. They need to learn respect for people and for property, beginning at home! And, that means, I need to be a better example of what that looks like. Ahh humility!
Yes, it had been a week of playdates and sleepovers -- piling the summer fun into one long and unbelievable seven days. But, I honestly thought that with a majority of the "stuff" gone, it couldn't remotely approach the level of mess I witnessed.
Of course, the homily at Mass yesterday was about storing up your riches in heaven -- spiritual riches. You can't take it with you was the theme. Our material goods get in our way and clutter our spiritual lives to the extent that even when we remove some of it, we tend to cling to more than we need. Wasn't my basement an excellent example of that?
Why has God chosen to teach through working in my basement right now? I think it's because there must be one heck of a lesson, or many lessons, to learn from the state of that living space. He is teaching in every moment of this process, and I am not letting it fall on deaf ears. "Those who have ears should hear," He tells us. And, in the case of my basement, we all have both ears and eyes to witness what it means to take care of what we have and minimizing what we own. It's a life lesson that helps us appreciate the value of everything, to include the uniqueness of every single human soul.