We love technology because it feeds
into our delusion of control, though the organic will not.
A stream does not reassure us of our
belief in our unlimited power.
Jagged mountains never succumb to our admittedly obsessive desires for symmetry and neatness.
And Peanut Butter...
I walked out the local grocer, a jar of
my favorite in hand, magically mixed with honey and sugar, about the time the
most interesting thought came to mind:
I bought this once before and yet I
am buying it again.
I bought this once before and yet I
am buying it again.
Our lives are full of peanut butter.
I want more
clothes, and I will buy more
clothes with the foreknowledge I will keep needing more.
There
will always be consumption because we will always be consuming. The
day a person stops wanting is the day they stop living.
We
run, driven by a schedule of needs, like
clockwork, regularly reminded we are not in control.
This is one unquestionable certainty of life. We can't even control ourselves.
As
it were with the wild cat, the bird's song or the sky's blue, we
attempt to enjoy these lives while they exist
We
can enjoy our lives more fully when we depend upon God more desperately,
recognizing we don't really have the control.
God is sovereign, and life is peanut butter.
“There
is nothing better for a person than that he should eat and drink and
find enjoyment in his toil. This also, I saw, is from the hand of
God, for apart from him who can eat or who can have enjoyment? For to
the one who pleases him God has given wisdom and knowledge and
joy...”
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