Sometimes our dining room table gets cluttered. For one, it's a big table. Every time I have to squeeze around the end chair, sliding my back against the wall, I remind myself that it's not for the table we live in our house. It actually takes up so much space in our dining room that it's become the easiest place to set stuff. Toys. Mail. Homework. Cups. More cups. The generous tabletop makes it simpler to just move things around rather than move them away, and after a while, it accumulates a swath of unrelated, inordinate objects into one centralized location, which is called clutter.
Which can be a lot like life.
We are constantly piling on one thing after another onto the tabletop of our lives. There are always more things we should be concerned about, and give attention to, and make room for -- somehow. Before long, it's a life full of clutter. It's a whirlwind of good intentions, but bad directions -- maybe a load of participation, but a litter of purpose. And it stays this way until God's arm intervenes, mighty to sweep, and clears the table.
Which he does for us in 2 Corinthians 5:9.
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