Wednesday, August 28, 2002
Way too stinking busy around here. My desk is all piled up, mostly with meaningless crap.
I've been thinking, though. Thinking about the degree to which I'm perpetuating a dangerous flow of consumerism under the guise of "ministry" via programs. I have made arguments to the "powers that be" to that effect, but have been met with a blank stare that says, "Duh . . . of course these programs we're doing are important and valid ministry. What are you trying to say?"
I think what I'm trying to say is that here we are, in the middle of a bunch of problems that have arisen out of what I call dissatisfied customers - people who
we helped train in consumerism, but have become bored or bothered by the products we've been offering them lately. Yes, here we are, and we have a better opportunity than ever before to reinvent our reality. But no, we like being consumers. We like catering to consumers. We have job security as long as there are consumers. We insure that people still "need us" as long as there are consumers.
I wish I could explain this away as cynical discontentment, but I know better.
