August 12

Crawling from the banks of America's momentous dream. Possibilities are choked by the necessity of the immediate tomorrow. And so the old - hopefully matured - notion emerges that there must be something more than this Christian take on conventional Americanism. How shamefully comfortable I am in my demographic, and how alarmed I am at the people who have always been my servants. The successful walk upon the sweat of the working class...our homes are built with hands that will never make what we do.
Christians became so occupied with the bustling of "church life" that our maintenance of what exists consumed the part of our minds that itches and dreams of what could be and who is not yet at our table. Today's Christians inherit ceremony and pseudo-tradition from their parents: as they learn to put out cookies and milk Christmas eve, so they adopt half-hearted asceticism as a hobby to discuss over four-dollar cups of coffee. From verses have been constructed schematics - the doctrines of men - our new lenses...our new glass foundations.
I am so easily preoccupied with material security. The sin of control and safety is lurking outside our door. Its desire for us.