People "love" beer, muscle cars and rock bands, which is all find and dandy. But for Budweiser to affirm its love for me by printing up a shirt that tells the world that I am loved, now that might have some value for me.
I had the opportunity to spend a few minutes this week with
a lovely person, who I had not previously met.
She was going through a bit of a tough time, so we struck up a
conversation about it.
In the process of the conversation, she made a point about
her house, which she described as “not exactly a mansion, but we’re
comfortable.” She went on to say that if
God had wanted her to have a mansion, then he would have given her a mansion.
This whole God-the-great-donor-of-material-things is, to put
it mildly, a foreign thought to me, and normally I wouldn’t have said
anything. But in this instance, some
little demon in me said to her “Well, God didn’t give his own son a mansion, so
what does that tell you about what God thinks about mansions.”
I don’t know where that came from, but it hit home base with
my new friend and it hit home base with me.
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