I have a friend who is related to the Collyer brothers. They were brothers living in a New York brownstone. These two were active social men who, little by little closed off. Little by little they stacked things up in their house until there were just paths through their house through the stacks of newspaper. Eventually the stacks fell on them and they died.
Most of us, if asked if we were a hoarder, would look around our house and say, “No, I’m not a hoarder.” And in that sense you would be right. There are very few people whose lifestyle is like that. We see it on TV and say, “That’s not me.”
But if we look closer. If we quiet ourselves and actually listen to the inner rumbling of our hearts. We may hear echoes of pain, unforgiveness, shame. It’s the conversation with your boss that just won’t let go. It may be a hurt, as sin, a reaction. We hide it, push past it, and it still comes up or stacks up just like the Collyer brother’s newspapers.
Some of these may be small, others may be big and debilitating. But Jesus came to set the captives free. He came that you might have life and have it more abundantly. 2 Corinthians says that we are the temple of the Holy Spirit. We are filled with His presence. He dwells inside us. The finished work of Christ and the seal of His promise. The teacher. The comforter.
Yes, He longs to comfort those hidden places in us. We’ve lived with them long enough. All we have to do it open them up to Him—our trusted friend—who is comfort.
He is present in those broken places and He loves us in those broken places. This is the time to be free.