Great, and true, commentary on the tragedy of commercialism in our culture.
Originally posted on Resting in His Grace:
Hi folks! It’s me… one of the authors over at RIHG. Just wanted to check in on this blustery fall evening here in northeast Florida. I’ve been camped outside of Barnes & Noble for five days now. I have to admit I’m pretty surprised to find I’m all alone with relatively few hours to go before opening. You know, with all the great sales on Friday! Hey! You better get on down here… there’s limited quantities available. I’m hoping to get a great deal on D. A. Carson’s most recent. I have my NOOK in hand and as soon as the doors open, I’m hitting download man! Excuse me a moment, my wife is calling. Do what dear? No, no… Weezie’s doing fine. She’s standing right here beside me. Do what? Oh yes, she has plenty of water and hay. What’s that honey? You don’t understand why I had to bring Weezie? Didn’t you read the title… kicking donkeys dear! What sense would this post make if I didn’t have our pet donkey with me? Do what dear? Our friends told you what? Now how silly is that? Do you really believe they’re going to let me download the book at their special price if I’m not here to fight the crowds on Black Friday? Oh, and by the way, I am taking the names of everyone who walks by… I have three so far.
My Pastor questions the sanity of an endless and unquenchable need for the next new and improved version of everything there is. He of course references Black Friday.
He asks if anyone else sees the irony of a people who will offer prayers of thanksgiving on Thursday, then roll in the floor of Wal-Mart on Friday brawling over the just released IPAD X Cubed (I just made that up, don’t start searching the net), or whatever the latest craze may demand.