Moving On Up

Moving sucks! Actually it’s not the move so much as the packing of boxes an a 98 degree garage. No, I’m not packing boxes with Nick Lachey. That would be weird. Actually what’s weird is the fact I knew Nick Lachey and the band 98 Degrees. Anyway, while packing boxes you realize how much “crap” you have. Now I use the term crap loosely. One man’s crap is another man’s, well, you get the point. However, I can’t seem to part with any of my crap. I have ticket stubs from Braves games I went to in the early 80’s. Why can’t I throw those away? I also have quite an extensive Coke collection. Again, why can’t I throw that stuff away, or give it to someone? I keep telling myself that one day my collection will make me rich. Odds are it won’t. Unless I find some eccentric idiot Coke collector to buy it all. (If you are an eccentric Coke collector please ignore the idiot comment and contact me ASAP). I just can’t seem to let go of crap. I want to, but I can’t. So I am forced to take all my crap with me, and make my friends come over and help me move it all. Making My Friends Shift My Crap Around, isn’t that a name of a country song?

As I was flying to San Francisco Sunday afternoon I was reading my favorite book of the Bible, James. If you have never read it please do. It is slap full of good stuff. Anyway, one of my favorite verses in James is 1:23-25. It’s the whole look in a mirror verse. Everyday I look in the mirror and see all the crap I have in my life. And by crap I mean stuff that I do that I shouldn’t. Sin. Separation from God. I see all that stuff, figuratively speaking, but most of the time I don’t do anything about it. I just can’t seem to let go of crap. I want to, but I can’t. So I choose to take all my crap with me, and sometimes my friends are forced to deal with it too. I need to do better about looking at the perfect law that sets me free. I’ve got to change. I’ve got to move. Problem is, moving sucks!