
I wonder if our lives are sometimes like my basement. We hold on to past hurts or unattained expectations and they take over (much like my stuff taking over my basement and closets). I don't think we mean to be carrying all this "baggage" around with us, it just happens. And like my basement, if I don't go down there and clean it out and get ride of some of the stuff it will just keep piling up.
I'm speaking at a camp in Ontario in a couple week and I want to talk to the teens about this idea. Of Christians walking around carrying the sins of their past and the expectation that others (and themselves) have put on them of what a Christian is "supposed" to be like. I think Jesus came to give us freedom from our past and freedom to live in the moment.
So I'm going back out to my yard sale now. Hope I sell most of my stuff so it doesn't have to go back in the basement.
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