This morning I dropped my son off at work and had every intention of stopping by Walmart to pick up some last minute birthday foods as we head into birthday week at our house (a topic for another post). I pulled in the parking lot, found it full, saw people coming and going everywhere, and sighed. I hate shopping at Walmart. I do it when I have to, but I really dislike it intensely. The thought of entering a Walmart at 11:00 on a Saturday morning was overwhelming. I sat in my car trying to work up the courage to even open the door. My kids say that I start breathing like Darth Vador whenever I have to enter a Walmart and I could feel a Vador attack coming on. I looked over my shopping list and made an executive decision- no Walmart today. I'd go to the grocery store and pay a few extra dollars, but sometimes peace of mind is worth a few extra dollars.
On the way to the store I thought I'd stop by the library and pick up some books I had on hold. Then I saw two yard sale signs. The adrenalin started pumping, my heart started racing, and excitement overtook me. I know that's a bit of an exaggerated reaction, but I absolutely love to save money and have found some really awesome bargains at yard sales.
When I got to the first sale- nothing. Second sale- nothing. But then I arrived at a third sale. I got a brand new laundry basket to replace my old falling apart one. It was the exact size, color, and style I'd been wanting for lots less than it costs in a store. I also got a pair of brand new purple ski bibs in my size. Sure wish I'd had those in Massachusetts at Christmas! In addition, I got a really pretty upholstered chair from Europe in mint condition for a mere $5! Whoopeee! The reason I got such great deals is that the people were just about to pack up because they were bored with yard saling so they literally said, "Name your price," which I did and they took it. I was reminded that the Lord orders the footsteps of a righteous man and had I not had the inclination to forego Walmart, I wouldn't have gotten to this sale on time.
On the way home from the store I took an alternate route and saw an estate sale sign. I really wasn't expecting much so I was in shock when I actually got there and saw ALL THAT STUFF! I immediately called my mother-in-law and told her I'd swing by to get her and bring her back there with me. The story goes that the deceased woman was in her 70s. She had been a high powered executive that had outlived two husbands and a boyfriend. After retiring she took up ballroom dancing and collecting things- lots and lots of things.
The house was completely loaded with silver, brass, china, cut glass, pottery, dishes, furniture, musical instruments, you name it and she had it. One entire room bigger than my living room and kitchen combined was her closet. She had racks and racks of beautiful clothes, most in my size. She had racks and closet fulls of formal dresses for ballroom dancing, also in my size. But honestly, it was in such excess that I couldn't even think of where to begin looking so I just turned and walked out.
And that's when I saw it. I couldn't believe it. I thought I was dreaming. I thought I was Belle on Beauty and the Beast. It was a giant room the size of a barn with wooden floors and ceilings and floor to ceiling bookshelves. Books lined the walls. Row after row of bookshelves stood in the middle of the room 14 foot high and loaded with books. The floors had piles of books, desks were piled high with books. Another room the size of a large garage attached to the big barn room and it was filled with books. Yet, another small shed was out back and, yes, it was loaded with books too.
Never in my life have I seen so many books in one person's house. I kid you not that she rivaled Books a Million and our huge main library downtown. Millions, it had to be millions, and multiple tractor trailor loads full of books of every kind imaginable.
Now I am a book lover and at first I thought this was paradise, but as I attempted to even begin the task of locating books I might want I just felt completely overwhelmed again. Where was one to begin? At one point I was standing between two bookshelves and realized that if someone bumped either one too hard I would be literally crushed to death by an avalanche of books. Yet, somehow I managed to find some books on writing, a book of writing quotes, two herb cookbooks, a book by Patch Adams M.D., a nature journaling book, and even one of the books that I had just checked out at the library an hour earlier- The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady.
All of this set me thinking. First, it was obvious that the lady had a lot of enthusiasm for life and I appreciate that and her family did too. However, she also had an enormous amount of material things- things that a lot of people, organizations, schools, libraries, and charities could have put to really good use had they not been sitting collecting dust in her house. It was excess to the extreme. Even as I looked at all those books I knew she couldn't possibly have read them all or even known the titles of half of them. They were literally just sitting on shelves rotting away, and for what? What good is a book that isn't read? I was really hoping that in all of her collecting she managed to collect the one thing that really mattered- eternal life through Jesus Christ.
Another thought I had was for her family. They were so weary with all of the selling. I asked several of them what on earth they intended to do with all those books. They had no idea. They couldn't even find anyone willing to come get them. No one had a vehicle that could transport them all and no one had a storage facility big enough. One family member suggested they might have a giant bonfire and I nearly fell to my knees screeching, "No, you can't do that!" Yes, they were making money off of her stuff, but what a big hassle for all of them.
Finally, I thought about being an author. As I was packed like a sardine between bookshelves I wondered why on earth I wanted to be an author. I mean, wasn't this evidence that we clearly have enough books in the world? You would think a place like that would inspire me to write, but instead it made me want to do anything but write. I was reminded of Ecclesiastes 12:12...Of making many books there is no end, and much study wearies the body. It made me weary and longing to focus on the one thing in life that really matters.
As I surveyed this woman's earthly goods the only word I could find was excess. My hope is that she wasn't buying all that stuff in an attempt to fill an inner void that could never be filled by any of it. Either way, I made my second executive decision of the day. When I die, I don't want to leave behind rooms and rooms full of treasures (junk). I want to leave behind a legacy in the people that I've known and loved. I hope that if I die before the Lord returns people will not think "excess" when they remember me, but rather that I lived for God and for people.
