Wealth & Sex & no more worries

Sunday night was overwhelming. 

[Forewarning: Before I tell you why I was overwhelmed, let me first say that…I don’t hate America. That’s all.]

I gathered around the television like millions of other Americans to watch the climax of the football season: The Bowl that is So Super.

This isn’t the most important part though.

Before I did this I hopped in the boy’s car, rode with him to the store, shopped for groceries where produce I didn’t even know existed was fresh and waiting for my purchase. I bought, in one swipe of a piece of plastic, everything I would need to (well) feed myself that day and at least the next six days to come.

I got back in the boys car, rode home, changed into my comfy clothes for the Bowl that is So Super, and then in 1.5 hours made a batch of cupcakes…whilst my mom whipped up a buffalo chicken dip and a Mexican cheese dip. 

Then we gathered around the television. In my warm house. Propped up on my comfy pillow. Swaddled in my cozy blanket. Surrounded by people I love, who love me, and without any worry as to if my needs for life would be met.

Then I watched as millions of dollars flaunted on my screen trying to convince me that–despite all the provision I just mentioned–my life wasn’t good enough because I don’t have the new Acura, I didn’t buy any m&ms, and no one said anything about Doritos. I watched as a million men were told they could have all the sex they wanted if they just bought the right flowers and put up their website through GoDaddy.

So here is where my monologue diverges into two separate directions: 

a) The fact that billions of dollars where spent last night in just a few hours on a game between marketing, the game itself, the players, and the purchases of every person watching centered around this events…does billions even cover it?

b) How flagrantly sex/females(/males [hey David Beckham and your whitey tighties] even) are sold, marketed, reduced to a body part, a sexual image, a “piece of ass,” to sell something we probably don’t “need” anyways and how ridiculously ridiculous it all is. (Yes. I did just say that.)

We’re going to stick with conversation (a) because, frankly, that stupid flower commercial, this stupid radio advertisement, and this reality of sex (trafficking: “the recruitment, transportation, harboring, or taking of people by means of threat, force, coercion, abduction, fraud, or deception for the purpose of exploiting them[sexually].”) in America all combined make me want to vomit all over my keyboard. Now that I’ve gotten that out of my system…we may return later to this topic. Or my might heart might explode in trying to type it all out without being a belligerent crazy lady…so who knows.

(A)…I read this incredible quote the other day and (unfortunately) now I can’t seem to find it. However, there was one part that said (as if from God), “I have given you all the wealth you need, you must simply use it appropriately.” In my own words, obviously it was more eloquent than that. The point: God has given us everything we need for the world to be maintained healthily and happily if we would be responsible and good distributors of said wealth.

[Please keep in mind my writings are never those of a political nature. This isn’t about national debt or distribution of wealth, interceding for other nations, none of that. This is simply the musings of the principalities of injustice.]

How is it possible that I can find so many things to complain about when I have been so well provided for?
Does it bother me or you that we have stocked fridges of food (some that will waste away and rot), we watch shows and commercials that cost thousands, millions, billions of dollars to make? We spend money  on luxuries like golf and gym memberships, getting our nails done, going to the spa…and call them necessities.

I’m not opposed to any of these things. What girl doesn’t love a little pampering every now and then? I’m just saying that…Sunday threw into my face some perspective.

We are never poor. (Poor in spirit, maybe) but never in wealth.

The person who sleeps in the Atlanta tunnel…the mother who drags her son to stand in line at the homeless shelter just for a bed every night…those stuck in slavery, handcuffed to a bed every night…

Our perspectives are skewed.

Today I ask for maintained perspective…


“Every good and perfect gift is from above…”
{James 1:7}


I ask to constantly remember that it (whatever your “it” is) is good.


By grace…I have been given all that I need. (Plus a plethora more.)


“And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.“
{Matthew 6:28-34, emphasis added}


So maybe this was about the Bowl that is So Super, or maybe it was about sex, or the wealth of America, or even my need to rant about the sexualization of our culture…maybe it was about all of them…you may never know.


Happy Tuesday…