Today, let us dress in black.
Yes, brothers & sisters, let us don our sackcloth and ashes in mourning.
Black Friday is upon us. That newest star in the secular sky, celebrating the beginning of the Holiday Shopping Season.
Black Friday. Why is it black? Because merchants are nearly guaranteed to make a tidy profit at this time of the year. So do credit card companies. And loan agencies. Banks. Restaurants…
Hail to Thee, Almighty Dollar. King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
The most blessed, sacred season of the year are those traditions which warm the heart and soul through the long cold lonely winter. These have been reduced to photo ops, business mixers, fashion shows, and jingles for the latest item someone’s telling you that you just can’t live without.
Shopping for Salvation.
We buy things to make us feel better about not having done the things that really matter.
Like helping each other.
Like having fun together.
The things we all remember from the used-to-be times.
Giving of ourselves.
But we have nothing left to give when we spend all our time and energy making money.
Money to survive.
Money to save.
Money to spend.
Money to burn.
It’s a trap. It’s a giant machine we plug ourselves into because we’re convinced it’s the only way to live.
Is it really?
That’s the story we’re told. The one we tell ourselves. We teach it to our children.
Is IT working for you?
Or are you working for IT?