Are structured more spiritually favored than the disorganized?

To your horror, you suddenly discover you are missing something. Your first thoughts, are who stole it, borrowed it or absconded with it? Angry, you search madly looking for the dirty rotten scoundrels who dared steal from you. At the last desperate moment, you remember the lost whatever is in your drawer.

The problem is "lostitis." The remedy is "a place for everything, and everything in its place." For the disciplined, routine-driven, habit-guided and any former military personnel, this is so. For others, it is a nice thought, but where is the quest if every morning you know with total certainty your keys are here and the phone is there? How boring. Where is the sense of adventure and discovery? There wouldn't be a Columbus to explore the New World if he had grown up with his hourglass, maps and sextant in the same place everyday. We would be still living on the opposite side of the flat earth.

However, there would not be the stress nightmare like I had recently. We were on a trip with family. It was the morning of the day we were leaving, and there was stuff everywhere. I couldn't find my suitcases; everyone else was ready to go, and I was still trying to locate my shaving kit. On a happy note, I did help my brother, one of those everything in its place kind of guys, find his misplaced computer. My dreamy sensation of triumph and service to my sibling is rooted in my admiration for him as the younger of two boys, and he doesn't do computers.

Can you even imagine the time and sweat saved if we didn't always have to go looking for things? Of course, there are two parts to that rhetorical question. First, there is the need of a consistent retrieval system, like the Clapper. The second part is about having too much, stuff so we have to always designate a place for the new space occupier. On top of that, we have to remember to always put the new acquisitions there.

Thoughts about tidiness and the hereafter: Are structured people more divinely favored than disorganized souls? God did say that his house is a house of order. Does that mean people with the lost-itis gene deficient for things and places shouldn't even bother to apply to the Big House? Where is that darn passport to heaven? Getting through the shining Pearly Gates would seem to be easy for the meticulously organized. They would know where sit the golden keys.

What does eternity mean for OCD types with need for order? They know best what pressure and internal distress it is to live in clutter. A purgatory would be to have an OCD straightener in the same 7th Heaven with a OCD hoarder. In fact, I wonder how many of us won't be buried with personal effects because they can't be found.