lyricalisse

I’m feeling angry right now.

Angry at the fact that I think nothing of spending $30 on groceries I don’t need, but hesitate when a homeless man asks me for a dollar.

Angry that I live in an affluent neighborhood full of young professionals who regularly blow $50 a night on alcohol, when $50 could feed a family in Africa for a month.

Angry that I spent over an hour this morning making a list of craft supplies I want to buy with my $600 economic stimulus check.

Angry that this country is full of gigantic houses with centralized A/C.

Angry that we are so dependent on oil, and that when gas prices go up, we start complaining. (They should be higher!)

Angry that we create so much trash.

Angry that Americans (most, not all) feel so entitled to the comforts and luxuries we’ve grown accustomed to.

Angry that we are so blind to the ways we are seduced by material things.

Angry that it’s so easy to spend our disposable income on things to bring us pleasure (entertainment, vacations, dining out), and so easy to forget about feeding the hungry.

Angry that it’s so difficult to mobilize people to take action (including myself).

From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.
Luke 12:48

Hopefully my next post will be more productive.