A place to call home is an amazing thing. I have had a lot of time recently to reflect on how I define home. It has been since September 07 that my family has not known where we would be living long term. I am frustrated. This happens when you try to move into one of the most expensive places in the country to live. As Matt Foley's arrangement has become more and more appealing, I have had to continually evaluate what it means to be at home. My wife and I were talking about this the other day and we had an epiphany, in all the months we have not had a place to call our own there have been very few nights when we have not gone to bed together and there have been very few days that I have not seen my children. In other words, I have been home every night.
I am such a consumer. My sense of home is dependent upon an actual structure to surround me. I feel like I need to stand up at a 12 step meeting and say, "my name is Dave and I am an American."
I have just watched God provide for my family for 8 months and I am still wondering if it will continue. Just because we don't live the picture that American culture tells us we should I am feeling guilty. I have been forced to answer the question from Matthew 6, "do you serve God or money?"
A lot of preachers today are preaching that loving God will bring about prosperity and an increase in material wealth. So does that mean that if I don't increase in prosperity I don't love God? All I have to say is that when the prosperity gospel fad is over I will still love Jesus and preach His good news. I wish I had my own helicopter.
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