I live in one of the most affluent areas in the world. A 15-min drive will take me to dozens of restaurants and shopping choices, where I can buy almost any type of food or item I could ever possibly want. Should I not find what I want, I can drive another 15 minutes in my choice of three different directions, and will likely find my desired item at any one of those destinations.
If I’m too busy to go out shopping, feel ill, or just plain tired I can pull up thousands of shopping options online, click the “pay now” button and the item will arrive at my door within the week. Maybe even tomorrow if I pay extra for shipping.
When the recession hit, our shops and restaurants felt the squeeze – they were only crowded on the weekends. Now we’re back to full capacity almost every night of the week. And for the right price I can find what I want anywhere, which is good because the TV, radio, and magazines tell me that I want a lot. That I need a lot. That I can’t be happy or lovable, complete or satisfied, pretty or smart without having what I want.
What is this thing that draws my eyes to sparkling storefronts, that causes me to feel dissatisfied with with what I have? What is this thing that tells me I’m worth it, that I deserve it, that life is nothing more than what I can have next?
Maybe you feel it, too. A force of some kind, pulling you in – maybe saying that you need plastic surgery or special spa treatments, and then you can be happy. Or when you buy that new TV. Or that new car. Even a shiny new piece of jewelry. Our culture is teeming with it – whatever it is, this force, this thing causing us to want to buy things, change ourselves, change others. And then when we have the money to do so, well… it’s intoxicating, and we can’t get enough.
When you feel the pull, beware. That feeling, that thing is not from God.