Over on Michele Agnew’s blog, she asks,
Look around your home and imagine that you have fifteen minutes to evacuate, and the only things that you can take with you are items that will fit in the back seat of a car. So, after you have gathered precious photos, personal mementos and family heirlooms what one thing would you take that is unique to you?
Which reminds me that I must search for a shoe cabinet that will fit in the back seat of my car.
Normally, I avoid these sort of questions. Also, normally, I don't post the more religous side of my being. However, this evening, I posted as my reply:
As I look around my overly cluttered computer room, I pause to wonder what here really matters. I live in a large house, crammed with the junk that has piled up over a decade. It is a historic house with spectacular ornamentation. It would be a tragedy to see such a place burn down.
A few rooms away, my wife and my daughters are sleeping. They matter. They must be saved. Beyond that, for some reason, the scene from Brother Sun, Sister Moon comes to mind where Francis renounces all earthly possessions and stands naked in the town square.
As I write this, the words of ‘A mighty fortress is our God’ goes through my mind.
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
The body they may kill: God's truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.