I have this secret obsession. I watch this show.
The secret life of a hoarder amazes me. I cringe and gasp at the messiness and nastiness of their homes. It grosses me out to see rodents and evidence of them all around these diseased people. I don’t understand how they think the very trash and filth they live in is valuable. The astonishing thing is these unhealthy people dismiss their disease as simply “too much clutter.” Every.single.time.
These people become so attached to the possessions they are hoarding, they begin to think what the world sees as trash is useful. In many cases these people hoard secret stashes of trash itself keeping huge mountains of used paper plates, old newspaper and empty paper towel holders.
Their eyes are blinded to the dust, cobwebs, feces and rodents that surround them. Their lives come to a grinding halt as trash fills bathrooms, kitchens and bedrooms. As they keep trash and accumulate bizarre amounts of stuff, even useful items become contaminated and destroyed. Homes become uninhabitable storage units and irreparable damage is done.
As my twisted curiosity keeps my eyes glued to the television, I see this truth very clearly.
“Don't hoard treasure down here where it gets eaten by moths and corroded by rust or—worse!—stolen by burglars.” (Matthew 6:19 The Msg)
A recurrent dream in my life is that I wake up from a good night’s sleep and everything in my house is gone. Vanished. Stolen right out from under my nose while I sleep. Weird. I think it’s a warning that storing earthly treasures leads to a warped sense of values.
While watching Hoarders it’s so easy to see how possessions can rot, strangle and choke. I think it’s how God must feel watching me live sometimes. He must cringe as in my fury and haste to find the right wig for the weekend’s costume party, I rush past a hurting stranger. He is probably grossed out by the mountains of soiled stuff in my soul, which leave little space for those I love. And it must sadden Him when I live in the filth that I’ve caused by keeping trash as my own treasure.
Lord, open my eyes to the treasures of heaven. Give me Your values. Grant me wisdom to know what really matters most. Amen
And Hoarders, thank you for the motivation to clean my house!
“Stockpile treasure in heaven, where it's safe from moth and rust and burglars. It's obvious, isn't it? The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being.” (Matthew 6:20-21 The Msg)