Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says.
I have a well-worn volume on my bedside table.
My IKEA catalog.
Because as it turns out, I'm something of an organizational products junkie.
I love to snuggle under my warm covers and languorously thumb through the cheery pages of all those happy Scandinavian products, images of productive and well-organized families flitting through my purview.
Slim cabinets for holding shoes. Rack systems for storing Christmas decor. Dresser inserts that hold t-shirts like files in a file cabinet.
I go a-lurking at my local IKEA on a consistent basis. I run my hand along the shiny finishes of cabinetry, take mental note of how stuff, stuff and stuff is allocated and sorted. I purchase items, take them home, assemble them, fill them, stack them.
And my house still gets messy.
Even with all those shiny IKEA items.
There's a secret to all those organizational products.
You have to use them.
It's not enough to linger over their images. It's not enough to go to the warehouse where they are available for purchase.
It's not even enough to bring them home.
I have to use them to live up to the promise of an organized, clutter-free home.
I have another well-worn volume on my bedside table.
I love to snuggle under my warm covers and page through the promises, the stories, the wisdom of it all.
But application is the key.
To take what I find there.
And live it.
Because I can thumb through the pages all I want. I can listen to teaching tapes, attend my church, get my card punched.
But if my spiritual house is ever going to be in order, if the clutter of my inner life is to ever be sorted and cataloged and tossed out, I'm going to have to do the Word.
Do the Word.