Moving Day. Yowsa. Anybody else just start sweating? Anybody else feel that uncomfortable anxiety of living for months and not knowing where anything is? I have a confession. I hate moving. Waiting for a move is almost as bad as moving. Unpacking after a move just seems like adding insult to injury. I’m sure there are people who like moving, just like there are people who like trying to climb Mt. Everest. But, not me. I hate moving. Why am I so passionately anti-move? Because we just moved. June 3. Now before some of you cheer, we moved locally and I’m not leaving, we just moved to the country.

When you move, you realize how much stuff you have. It took me days to pack-up junk from my garage that will possibly never be unpacked, and more than likely it will end up in the dump. But, I moved it. (Actually, I had about 25 people helping me move. That’s the only way to move.) It wasn’t worth anything when I stored it in my garage. Moving it didn’t make it appreciate. But, I have it. Just in case.

Sometimes we call those people hoarders. Where I’m from they’re called children of the depression (of course children of the depression actually know how to use everything they keep). If we were to paint with a broad brush for a moment, you could pretty much just call everyone who has too much stuff American. The land of the free, the home of the brave, and the kingdom of stuff. We have such a hankering for more. We have boxes and boxes of reasons to keep our minds focused on this Earth.

Isn’t that a problem? The stuff isn’t the problem. But my mind focused on this Earth, that’s a problem. We’re not citizens of this world, instead, here on Earth, we’re exiles—we’re aliens. Our home is in heaven. Our treasure is not boxed up in our garage, but with our Savior in Heaven.

I Peter 2:11 Beloved, I urge you as sojourners and exiles to abstain from the passions of the flesh, which wage war against your soul. ESV

What a sneaky enemy stuff is. It comforts us temporarily; it gives us makeshift joy, it provides provisional satisfaction and yet all the while it consumes our time, it captivates our affections and relocates our soul. It steals us from the heaven-lies and plants us firmly on this sin-cursed and fallen world.

The reality is our identity has nothing to do with our stuff, and everything to do with our Savior. 2 Corinthians 5:20 tells us we are ambassadors for Christ. But too often I find myself an unpaid salesman promoting my newest favorite gadget. It shouldn’t be that way. It doesn’t need to be that way. This world and all the necessary accouterments don’t have to steal our affection and our passions from Christ.

Instead, living this life for Christ, serving Christ, loving what Christ loved, obeying Christ, these things keep our hearts focused on Heaven and the ruler of Heaven our Savior Jesus Christ. So, as I keep unpacking…(actually, my wife is the one doing the hard work)…may all the stuff not draw me from my home in Heaven. Instead, may it excite me for the ultimate moving day. When we leave this world behind and we go to where Christ has prepared our eternal life with Him.

John 14:3 I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may also be.

Bart Horton is lead pastor at Grace Bible Church