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Organization ... Who Needs It?
by Glenn A. Hascall

In the beginning was my desk, it was burdened with the weight of much debris, and it was an offense to many.

I received a hesitant question from the front office as I roamed the building, looking for a place to sit, "Where exactly should I put this?"

"On one of the stacks," I replied, with little thought.

Miss Timid cast a doubtful glance at my desk. "Are you sure about that, sir?" she asked. "The last time we did that it registered 3.5 on the Richter scale."

"Oh, then put in on my chair." I replied, ignoring the barb.

"Right next to the glazed donut paper weight?" she continued her polite, but persistent query.

"What are you talking about?" I demanded.

  "Um, the piles shifted, sir, and the donut fell off your desk, breaking one of the armrests on your chair." she replied wringing her hands.

  I paused in brief remembrance of the armrest, "Yes, put it next to the paper weight."

"Should I use duct tape to keep in place, sir?" she asked.

Did I detect a bit of insubordination in that comment? "Very funny! Now get back to your desk. What? Do you think I pay you to be funny?"

Some people have the gift of organization. They can take a stack of papers, manila folders, a stapler, a can of compressed air, and "poof" … another life organized.

I once saw a television show that demonstrated 101 ways to get organized and clean up your life. By the time they were done with your home office, you would evolve into a neater, more efficient, and better-looking person; you would be transformed into someone powerful and successful without even trying. You might even have brighter teeth while becoming instantly skinny, as you suddenly find you have a more positive financial portfolio. It was amazing.

I have seven stacks of stuff on my desk. I can go to a stack and find exactly what I'm looking for. Admittedly, this does make meetings difficult, as I can’t actually see the staff once they're seated. They don’t seem to mind this, though – it makes it easier for them to nap.

I once saw a plaque that read, "A clean desk is a sign of a sick mind." I wanted to buy it and hang it over my desk, but when I tried to apply the same logic to other locations I could see that it just wasn’t going to work. For instance, "A clean restaurant is a sign of a sick mind" just doesn’t have the same ring at all.

I imagined myself walking into a restaurant only to see dirty dishes stacked up on tables. "Welcome to Tre Schlock, I believe we have a clean cup here somewhere. Just move those papers aside and have a seat." It wouldn’t exactly instill a great deal of confidence.

With this in mind, I was motivated to make a change: I cleaned my office for the first time in years. Oh it was a beautiful thing to behold: a fully exposed and wondrously shiny wood-like veneer, a telephone perched beautifully on the right side; paper weights that included no enriched flour held the day’s work in place, and a lovely office organizer from Miss Timid housed all of my pens, pencils and paper clips. It didn’t last long.

The theory of evolution would have us believe that man changed to adapt to a changing environment. I think that my office dispels this theory. Contrary to what I saw on television, my new, organized environment did not make me suddenly evolve into a higher life form.

Instead it turned into a pile of rubble, decay and donut particles. Paperwork from years gone by oozes out of drawers and onto the floor beneath my feet, jamming up the wheels on my chair. My seven piles are arranged in carefully planned disarray.

Left to ourselves we're not much different than my office. By ourselves we do not evolve. We can try as hard as we want to change on our own, but the truth of the matter is without God, our lives become filled with clutter and trash; trash that He never intended for us. This is a distinctly human tendency: "For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God" (Romans 3:23).

Thankfully, God has a plan that allows us to come to Him, weary and broken. He gives us new lives for old.

Say, that reminds me, "Miss Timid, have you seen that article I was working on?"

"Check on your chair sir – underneath the duct tape."

Copyright 2004 Glenn Hascall

Glenn is a twice-published author, an avid amateur photographer, and a happy Papa and Hubby. He is the Director of Christian Media, Inc, and in his spare time, he sleeps. To find out more about his ministries, visit www.kcmi.cc You may reach Glenn at: glenhascall@writesoon.com.

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