November 28, 2012

Powerball Fever

The dichotomy that we live in intrigues me.  Our country's finances are in dire straits.  We are on the edge of the fiscal cliff.  The economy has been in the tank for more than five years now.  Gas is still at $3.50 a gallon.  Twinkies have disappeared because of bankruptcy.  Yet, over the weekend, Americans spent almost $60,000,000,000 on stuff for the holidays.  Yes, that is 60 with a B for billion.  The following Monday they spent another $150,000,000.  And, now, because of powerball fever, they will probably spend another $100,000,000 today in hopes of picking the right numbers to win it big.

We don't have, yet we spend to make ourselves happy.  We don't have, yet we'll spend for the chance to have it all, no matter how bad the odds.  We are in debt, yet we continue to spend.  I realize that I'm in the middle of it, covered slightly in the mire.  While not being caught up in powerball fever, my soul still has a taste for more that I do not need.  I'm not as bad as others.  Not that that makes me any better. I am a mess.

We're all lost in something.  We have needs and wants that we think we are entitled to fill.  Maybe its not money for you.  Maybe its food, power, or sex.  There is a taste and a thirst for more.  We want more...we deserve more.  Do we?  Really?  How did we get to be this way?

Even more convoluted is how this mindset has worked its way into the good we want.  I want to be healthier.  I can do it, I know I can.  I have the capability of controlling what goes into my system, both quantity and quality.  I have the capability to get off of my butt and move my girth in an exercising fashion.  Yet, at the end of the day I find myself still in my sedentary position, filling my face with the comfort food of my choosing, because I am entitled.

In every way, shape, and form, we are a mess.  We are in need of saving.  We are in need of hope.  We need new hungers and new needs.  We need a new/renewed love.  In doing so, maybe we will exchange our entitlement and laziness for discipline and obedience. 

Lord, may we hunger and thirst more for you than we do for powerball fever.