Piece of Polyester
I asked my class a couple of Sunday mornings ago if it were possible to have sin w/out conviction. Still I wonder. In fact, I may be further away from an answer than when I first began to question.
I've always loved Eric Davis. He was my hero growing up & could do no wrong in my eyes. My obsession w/ED bordered idol worship. I know...sad.
I got the catalogue last week sometime. My disenfranchisement w/mlb still intact as I confidently turned that pages. Then it happened.
As I scanned the last portion of the mag, my golden calf arose straight from page #10. My eye began to twitch, my hands started to tremble & I got an awful ache in my stomach.
Check it out:
It may not look like much to you, but it embodies my childhood fantasies. My idol. My hero. All for $274.99.
I was already to reach for the mastercard when I thought of some of the charities we'd been working with lately. Charities that represented people that don't even have a pot to piss in or even a window to throw it out of.
The article I read in Risen magazine by Mark Hoppus also came to mind. How he'd recently visited Tibet w/Cameron Diaz for MTV & how people there waste nothing, 'cause that's exactly what they have. Nothing. To use a plastic cup over & over again until it's completely spent, while we think nothing of it.
So here I am regretful to even admit that I long for a piece of polyester that's price could sponsor a family in Ghana through World Vision for 7 months or a boy in Brazil through Compassion for 10 months. I would have never thought of this or like this a year ago. How can this be anything but sinful?
I'm scared to death that I'll get to the end of my run & like Oskar Schindler wonder how many more could I have helped by the price brought by a ring, a car or even more disgraceful, a piece of polyester...
forgive me...
I've always loved Eric Davis. He was my hero growing up & could do no wrong in my eyes. My obsession w/ED bordered idol worship. I know...sad.
I got the catalogue last week sometime. My disenfranchisement w/mlb still intact as I confidently turned that pages. Then it happened.
As I scanned the last portion of the mag, my golden calf arose straight from page #10. My eye began to twitch, my hands started to tremble & I got an awful ache in my stomach.
Check it out:
It may not look like much to you, but it embodies my childhood fantasies. My idol. My hero. All for $274.99.
I was already to reach for the mastercard when I thought of some of the charities we'd been working with lately. Charities that represented people that don't even have a pot to piss in or even a window to throw it out of.
The article I read in Risen magazine by Mark Hoppus also came to mind. How he'd recently visited Tibet w/Cameron Diaz for MTV & how people there waste nothing, 'cause that's exactly what they have. Nothing. To use a plastic cup over & over again until it's completely spent, while we think nothing of it.
So here I am regretful to even admit that I long for a piece of polyester that's price could sponsor a family in Ghana through World Vision for 7 months or a boy in Brazil through Compassion for 10 months. I would have never thought of this or like this a year ago. How can this be anything but sinful?
I'm scared to death that I'll get to the end of my run & like Oskar Schindler wonder how many more could I have helped by the price brought by a ring, a car or even more disgraceful, a piece of polyester...
forgive me...
posted by lee at 9:37 AM
3 Comments:
I know how hard it was for you to resist THAT temptation. I'm proud of you.
THANKS FOR THE REMINDER. lately, my mind has hovered over this issue. new job, more money, the American dream.
the heaviness of wanting more than I need makes me buckle at the knees.
I am thankful for knowing the fruitlessness of chasing the ever so ellusive Jones's.
I am also thankful I had time today to read from your heart. the last 2 weeks have been madness. you are a anchor to my weariness.
rock on bro.
Challenging!
It is amazing how God works. I have been struggling with this issue for months. Thanks for the encouragement. Speaking also as a "Jones", I am ashamed at the "stuff" I have wasted money on for my own pleasure, when there are people I care about in the ministry that need financial help.
God Help Us All!
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