Barbie’s got the goods. (Houses, and jet skies and cars oh, my!) You want it? She’s got it! Hey, Barbie, I would look more attractive too, if I was spinning around town in a $100,000 pink convertible. This thought occurred to me recently as I was driving to my high school reunion in my—look at me, I’m somebody’s mom—mini-van with the squeaky brakes and missing hubcap.
Recently, I found annoying evidence of termites eating away at my house. (Lions and tigers and termites, oh my!) Only twenty-eight years left on the mortgage and those little guys were busy munching away. I was very unhappy. How dare they eat my house!
I thought back to when we first moved into our termite den. I was like the cartoon mermaid who sang about having gadgets and gizmos aplenty and whozits and whatsits galore. I never realized exactly how much “stuff” I had. My family of six had accumulated mounds of stuff, boxes of stuff, and truckloads of stuff. (Boxes and truckloads and mounds! Oh my!) I moved my gadgets, gizmos and thingamabobs from the old house directly into the new one and filled every cabinet, drawer, closet, nook and cranny. (What is a cranny? It’s not in my dictionary but whatever it is, I put stuff in it.) I squeezed all the leftover doodads into the attic and garage.
Then a light bulb came on. I just knew this wasn’t what the Bible meant about leading an abundant and overflowing life. I longed for the simplicity of “Little House on the Prairie.” Non-essential possessions were cluttering my house and filling my life.
I read the world’s philosophy reduced to a T-shirt, “He who dies with the most toys, wins.” The reality is that I’ll leave it all behind when I die – everything from my toothbrush to my wedding ring. The Egyptians had make-up, riches, food, and even servants buried with them in hopes of using them in the afterlife. People have even been buried in their cars! (Note to my husband: Please DO NOT bury me in my mini-van. I hate that thing!)
Jesus taught, Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. This world is not our eternal home. We have termite-proof mansions waiting for us in heaven. Sometimes we forget that this life is temporary and we start living like permanent residents. It all stays here when we die. In the meantime, do you know a good exterminator?