Upon inquiring about the process of washing her ziplock bags, one of the sweetest Franciscans I ever met asked me, sarcastically, how else I hoped to get to heaven?
And she's right, I think--maybe not about bag washing as salvific, but as... penitential.
There is something penitential about washing these bags which can be so effortlessly tossed out (which is perhaps a good thing). I do notice that I give extra thought to the longevity of a storage project and if there is anything else I could use to avoid this job or tossing something I needed for 3 hours. My distaste for this work actually makes me more accountable to what I'm using or what I could use, better.
I think that's called reverse psychology, but it's also called stewardship.