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Materialism consumes us

I hate the way it grabs my soul and screams, “I want more!”

The shiny item in the corner,

the colorful embroidery,

the empty screens with empty hope.

 

I want more,

But I don’t.

You may have heard it before,

But money doesn’t buy happiness

It only tempts you with its glassiness and shine–

I don’t have time

For this.

 

For this wasted space

For this fakeness

That if you get that t-shirt that’s destined to be yours

You’ll never be the same again.

 

“What you buy is what satisfies”—

Yes, that’s a lie,

But the truth is we’ll always be wanting

More.

 

More

To the core of me I always thought more was what I needed

And more was what I wanted—

But the truth is I’ve always wanted less.

 

And yet I’m not even saying that the motto “Less is best” is how you find perfect happiness

There’s a lot of folks in poverty

Who find themselves in misery because they can’t have more

No matter how hard they try.

 

And you know why?

The secret to your dreams isn’t what you buy

It’s how you fly despite the leftovers

Despite the broken cords or the lack of flavor.

 

It’s how you fly when you’re high

And even when you’re low

It’s how you respond when deep inside you’re screaming, “I want more!”

It’s how you say with a smile, “I have more.”

 

The secret to serenity

Is taking what you got and being content with what you have.

Because when you eat the Bread of Life and drink the blood of Christ

What you have is the only thing that will last

And you don’t need anything more.

 

“Then Jesus declared, ‘I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.'” – John 6:35 (NIV)

 

“Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise them up at the last day.” – John 6:54 (NIV)

 

 

 

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Dear America

Dear America,

You started out as a shooting star, eager to

Leap across the galaxy.

Then you glimmered every night for us to wish upon,

to pursue the happiness we had our hearts set upon.

Now you shine just as brightly as the rest,

If not less,

And you look like all the rest of them.

It’s hard to remember why you’re special,

Why I’m proud to be here

And free.

“God bless America!” —words so few and rare

These carefree days

As selfishness takes over,

Tugging us lightly by the rope to the

Path of anxiety that looks like joy,

The path of hurt that looks like pleasure,

But all end in a chasm of despair.

 

Dear America,

I will always remember you blazing free

But now everything seems surreal.

We think, we cry, we shout,

But we never feel.

We never feel the peace that comes

From living in a blessed land.

 

Dear America,

It brings me shame to say this, but

Your choice to pursue happiness

Has become your ruin.

If you only would pursue the Savior

Who this whole time has been pursuing you.

If you only would let Him turn your selfishness to humility

Your anxiety, hurt

And despair

To the truest peace.

Your choice of gaining inalienable rights

Has left you proud.

For in the end, dear America,

The entire human race is defeated

Unless we utterly surrender our freedom

To the kindness of God.