In a recent conversation with friend Rob, he told of cleaning out a packed room at his house. In the process he spoke out loud the words of the title—something to which most of us can easily relate.
Several years ago, my family returned from the mission field after a few seasons living in Vilnius, Lithuania. While there we lived in a small, rented, furnished apartment. The little amount of stuff we accumulated was mostly given away before we left. All of our furniture and other belongings had been in storage back in the Mississippi during this time. Once we settled into our new job and location in Florida upon our return, we were reunited with all of that by way of a moving company. Standing overwhelmed among all of the boxes and furniture, my wife and I (no longer accustomed to such) just looked at each other. Neither of us had to say it. We just had that, “Why do we have all this stuff?” expression.
Full transparency here: we have all that stuff and even more now—like most everyone else. We eventually reacclimated to stuff. We just seem to be stuff-oriented. We become proud of stuff. We identify with stuff. Whether it is a costly treasure or an item found in the bargain bin (there is a kind of pride found in both). We are glad to talk about our stuff. We surround ourselves with it. We display it. We value it and value being associated with it. Certain stuff can add status. Others admire it, which we enjoy.
Stuff can be sentimental—nostalgically taking us back to people and places of our past. Perhaps some of our stuff is family heirlooms or a cherished gift given by someone special. Some stuff we declare as priceless and irreplicable, which we would never, ever actually refer to as “stuff.” Our emotional connection to stuff can be strong. Stuff can be comforting like that.
Our economy runs on stuff. Commercials sell it. Amazon delivers it. And we want it. It is a “must-have!” It is “on sale!” It is the “latest style!” It will make us happy! It has more bells and whistles! It saves us money! Our old stuff—even if still usable—fades. So, we buy more stuff.
And we keep buying it, without actually getting rid of much old stuff. Storage unit rental companies count on that—stuff is their business too (Is this a version of getting bigger barns? See Luke 12:16-21). Then one day, we pause, look around at our clutter and say to ourselves, “Why do we have all of this stuff?”
That is where folks like me come in. My hobby/side hustle is stuff. Once you have reached stuff saturation, I come to your yard sale and buy your old stuff only to re-sell it. It is repackaged as “vintage” and then becomes someone else’s “must have.” Our stuff just keeps recirculating. After all, “one man’s junk is another man’s treasure.”
Doing this hobby has evolved my perspective on stuff. I’ve learned a few things along the way. Tons of stuff has been produced over the decades. Old does not always mean rare and/or valuable. Stuff is a commodity which fluctuates in value according to the marketplace. Tons of stuff has been produced (did I mention that). And we really, really like stuff.
But seriously, here are some lessons learned:
- Stuff is just stuff. Even if it is pricey; rare; investment level commodities; it remains just stuff. As the old cliché goes—none of us can take it with us. Wars have started over stuff. Lawyers get rich arguing about stuff. Families fracture over stuff. Lives are lost over stuff. But in the end, it remains stuff—lifeless objects incapable of returning our love or devotion.
- Stuff is not irreplicable. Sure, there is some unique, one-of-a-kind stuff that once lost cannot be duplicated. Yes, there is rare and extremely valuable stuff, that if lost would create huge financial losses. But even that level of stuff cannot replace relationships, family, contentment, lasting joy, peace, hope and God’s love—all are infinitely more precious and valuable. Stuff should never supersede them. Stuff really is replaceable, they are not.
- Stuff should not define our life. Admittedly, someone much wiser than me, made this point a long time ago. Jesus put it like this: “Watch out! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed; a man’s life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions” (Luke 12:15). This statement looms large over our piles of stuff. It can punch us in the gut. I am not greedy—just a collector, right? Life is simply about more than stuff—the life that Jesus calls us to, anyway. Some amount of stuff is necessary. All of us will own stuff, but does it own us? Maybe that’s the question Jesus wants us to ask.
Stuff can be fun. Some stuff–food, housing, clothing–is essential (all of which God promises to provide—Matthew 6:25-34). But stuff will always be just stuff and therefore perishable. We should never put our trust in it nor should we elevate it over the imperishable. Stuff may capture our heart, but it can never truly satisfy it (which is why we keep going back for more).
Let’s once more consider what Jesus said about stuff:
Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. (Matthew 6:19-21)
So, as we buy stuff, keep stuff, sell stuff or give it away—remember to never treasure it. That has a diminishing return. Instead, let Jesus define our life. Treasure him above all else. Use our stuff to glorify him and further the kingdom. And trust ever in him. His grace, mercy and love, that is what truly is irreplaceable.
“Why do we have all of this stuff?” That IS a good question.