I don't like this. A home is not furniture. Author and New Yorker, Jonathan Fields wrote about a similar circumstance. In his blog titled "Dust in the Wind" he has a photo of a red dumpster that holds the life possessions of various widows and widowers in his building who've passed away. This has a sobering effect, and reminds me that all of my possessions will probably be worthless when I am gone. It begs me to remember what really matters in life.
I remember leaving one job, where I felt loved and appreciated. I had built up a substantial classroom laboratory of equipment for teaching Science and Math, one that I would have given my eye teeth for when I first started teaching. But, as I was moving back to North Georgia, and had a job to go to there, I resigned with excellent references. But, I was shocked deep inside to see that my entire classroom of equipment was thrown in storage at the end of the year, unappreciated, and unclaimed. I was reminded that my work would mean nothing once I was gone, if not in the heart of my former students alone. Really, isn't that the product of teaching anyways? Likewise, isn't the "heart work" the most lasting product of any life?
1 Corinthians 3:13-14 has the answer. Paul teaches us a simple test for what matters. Will it survive a fire? If it won't survive a fire, then it is not eternal, and has no real value. So, the only real value in work is what you have done for the heart and soul of a person. Are you making a difference? Or are you making a living?