The Spiritual Death Cleanse

clearing the closets of your soul

I love touring model homes. When I’m in one, I feel like I’m where I’m meant to be, in the perfect home. And not because of the interior decorating, but because of the lack of accumulation.

You have to admit that seeing counters clear of clutter, except for a bowl of perfect apples that tragically no one will ever eat. Clothes hung up in only one color palette, and a remarkable absence of junk drawers in the kitchen, all make the entire house feel incredibly beautiful and peaceful.

Of course, that peace only exists because no one actually lives there. Model homes aren’t realistic houses. They’re demonstrational, showing you the factory settings of a house; what a home looks like before life starts living there. Before shoes piled up on the floor, and the front hutch slowly became a hot spot for keys, mail, and grocery lists.

The model home gives you a glimpse at how your house could be minus your accumulation.

And every time I walk through one, I say the same thing, “I want my house to look like this.” Not because I want a new house, I don’t. I just want my house minus my clutter.

I think the same thing about my soul. My soul is no model home. It’s lived in, and it lost its factory settings decades ago. Now, I’ve got regrets stacked against the walls and worries filling my closets to overflowing. I’ve hoarded years of uncomfortable conversations on reels of old movies I play over and over in the background all day.

But I’m tired of the clutter in my soul. I want to get back to factory settings and find my model home. And Genesis is the perfect place to start looking.

This is the beginning of a short paid subscriber series exploring the idea of the spiritual death cleanse.