So I cleaned out my closet yesterday. I’m throwing away about five items. As a man married to a woman, I often feel proud that I have so few clothes. I mean, really, the proportion of space that my side of the closet takes in comparison to my wife’s is just — well, let’s not embarrass anyone here.
Anyhow, as I sat there looking at all my clothes, I realized — Who am I kidding? I still have lots of clothes …
… about 15 dress shirts
… 3 or so pairs of slacks
… 2 suits
… 2 sports coats
… 3 or 4 jackets
… about 10 sweaters
… a few pairs of jeans
… a few pairs of pj pants
… about 7 polos
… about 5 t-shirts
… about 5 pairs of shorts
… 3 belts
… a handful of ties
… countless undershirts and underwear
… a drawer full of socks
I think that still amounts to about 60 items of clothing plus my “intimates”… so maybe closer to 100. I remember hearing about stories of families in which each family member only has two sets of clothing, one for everyday, and one for church. Often, they’ll share a few pairs of shoes amongst one another — so only some of the members can go out “presentable” while the others have to just bare their calloused feet. I have about 5 pairs of shoes, 3 pairs of sandals, and 1 fuzzy pair of indoor slippers just for myself.
Yeah, I know, sounds like the beginnings of a sob story to solicit donations. But it occurs to me that the most frugal of us here have really nothing to be proud of, because we still live as kings and queens with respect to the global population. Hell, I probably eat enough in one day to feed an entire family.
I believe it was Rich Mullins — who often looked raggard and haggard on account of his vow of poverty — one day shows up among his friends groomed and trimmed. His friends ask him what was going on. He responds saying that it was just as evil to take pride in your poverty as it is in your riches.
So, wife, baby, you gotta cut down on your closet space, and I need to cut down on my pride. O God, forgive us, for we are doubly evil.