I wrote this piece a week or so before we closed on our house, but Dave (husband) told me I couldn’t post it till after we were completely out of the house! 🙂 Seriously, though, despite my awful thoughts during the selling process (which you’ll read about later in this post), we do hope and pray the very best for the new owners of our old home.
I wouldn’t normally consider greed as one of my besetting sins.
But when we decide to move, and we begin the process of selling our home…
the green-eyed nasty comes out.
I get insulted by offers that are lower than the asking price; I want to quibble (I don’t actually do it, but the impulse is there) over the inspection results; I begin to think of the homebuyers as “those people.”
Case in point: Two weeks ago, when we got an offer on the house—and it was a good one and such an answer to prayer—my first response was greedy.
Dave, very excited, got off the phone with our realtor and turned to me. “We’ve got an offer!”
He was ready to rejoice, but I wanted to know the amount. He told me.
My first words?
Dave wasn’t even mildly surprised. He laughed and called me out. “You get so greedy when we sell a house.”
Yes, I do.
And even though I try to fight it, it’s a constant all through the process. When the home inspection report from the city comes back, I say things like, “Shouldn’t the inspection report from when we bought the house have revealed this?” (What I’m leaving unsaid are these words: “…so the previous homeowners could have paid for the repair?”) When, during this current home-selling process, we got the request from the owners to provide two working garage door remotes, I said, only partly joking (I’m embarrassed to even admit this), “Someone told me that if an automatic garage door opener isn’t on the house listing, you can just unplug it and say it’s a manual.” Dave just stared at me after that one.
Every time this greed rises up like bile in my mind or actually vomits out my mouth, I’m appalled, and I try to figure out where it’s coming from (as if it simply can’t be a part of ME!); I pray about it; I try to talk myself out of it; I remind myself how really awful it is. After all, in this current sale, our home was on the market only two weeks—incredible!; the offer was good to begin with; when our realtor countered, the homebuyers accepted it; and their “fix-it” requests have been minimal. Knowing all this, I ask myself, “Jen, what is wrong with you?”
About a week after we sold our house, I was reading the novel Gilead by Marilynne Robinson (fantastic book, by the way) and I came to a line that was so good, so applicable, it made me stop and put the book down. The narrator of the book, John Ames, a pastor, is reflecting on the long, lonely years following the death of his young wife and their only child. In particular, he is remembering when, during that time of singleness, he christened his best friend’s child. He said the correct words, he blessed the child, but his inward thoughts were quite different.
“…my heart froze in me,” he wrote, “and I thought, This is not my child…”
The line that follows that statement is the one that made me set the book down.
“I don’t know exactly what covetise is, but in my experience it is not so much desiring someone else’s virtue or happiness as rejecting it, taking offense at the beauty of it.”
There is a grief in moving. I am leaving behind friends whom I love, neighbors whose stories I’ve learned, a house which has been a home, memories of Dave and I and our four children and our two international girls becoming a family…
…and there is a part of me that is flat-out jealous of the new homeowners. This right here is so good, I think, and what is ahead for us is so unknown that I’m simmer-level jealous of these people who are moving into what we are sorrowfully—though willingly—leaving behind.
I am, in John Ames’ words, taking offense at someone else moving into the happiness I’ve experienced here.
To be honest, I think there’s a good dose of penny-pinching, old-fashioned, straight-up greed involved as well.
So confession is in order; repentance is in order; but also in order is acceptance of the forgiveness of God.
Because it is in times like this–when I see some of the twisted nature of sin, its stem reaching deep into self-focus, its branches weaving through hurt and fear–that I remember I need absolution from Another, that there is no way I can ever pluck something like this from out of my heart.
A few days after I read the passage in Gilead, I read a section of Accidental Saints by Nadia Bolz Weber, a Lutheran pastor, in which she was writing about this very thing. Forgiveness, she said, is not like a dry erase board that we are frantically trying to keep clean so God will be happy with us. Rather, it is freedom from the bondage of self, wrought for us by Christ, who is fully aware of our deep sinfulness, more aware than we ourselves are.
We need to know this truth about forgiveness, she says, and then she writes about the Maundy Thursday practice of individual absolution. In it she lays her hands on each congregant’s head and pronounces, “In obedience to the command of our Lord Jesus Christ, I proclaim to you the entire forgiveness of all your sins, Amen.”
Jesus—not my efforts or repentance—sets me free from my sins, so that I may, as the prayer of confession says, “delight in (his) will, and walk in (his) ways, to the glory of His name.“
5 thoughts on “Moving grief–and greed”
I love your heart, Jen! 💞
Good for me, as we just moved, too. Willingly, yes eventually, but it was a painful, 2 year process that we did NOT begin or desire necessarily at first. But God has been gracious and prepared our hearts for this move, even though we still don’t understand it all – but we have learned that we don’t have to. Our house has been on the market now for 7 months, with no offers. But we know God will take care of this last piece of the puzzle in His timing and it may look A LOT different than we can imagine! Greed is an interesting little beast. Thanks, Jen!
Jen, thanks so much for sharing part of your story and heart with me! We learn so, so much from/through moving. I’m praying for your house to sell and for this new part of your journey.
LOVE this. 🙂