So tell me, how would one go about explaining Walmart to a person in a third world country? Well I’ll have you know I tried. Mainly for the point of explaining my consumer based lifestyle, but also to justify and/or rationalize the abundance we have here in the States. Yeah. That went over like a lead balloon.
For a week now I’ve carried this guilt with me. Maybe Walmart is a bad example, and I do believe that when it boils down to our society as a whole, gluttony is certainly an issue. Besides all that, why was I feeling so self-conscious all of a sudden?
I firmly believe that if you come to Christ and ask Him for clarity when something in life seems topsy-turvy and (here’s the kicker) you want Him to turn you right side up, He will always be there for you. Now it may not be how or when you expect it to be, but He truly knows what is best for you. I drudgingly brought to Him my bruised, fractured heart and have continued to ask “Please just show me. What am I supposed to do with this?! What now? What is the point?!”
Toward the end of Christ’s time here on Earth, Mary washed His feet with expensive perfumes. Judas the thief and soon-to-be traitor came thundering in declaring that she was wasteful, and that she was excessive. Apparently it was something similar to Vintage Chanel No. 19. VERY expensive and the amount it would take to wash a grown man’s feet… Well, you get the idea. Equivalent to a working man’s salary for an entire year. But why did she do that? She offered the very best of what she had as an offering to Him. It could have been saved, ensuring her well-being for a great amount of time. In John Chapter 12 Jesus simply said to Judas “You always have the poor with you, but you do not always have Me.” Okay. I get where you’re going with this God. Ouch and amen.
The ache that I’ve experienced is simply Him saying to me “Get it together girlfriend! It’s only excess if you aren’t sharing it with others, for My sake.”
Sooooooo, I’m ready. My door is always open. Wanna join us for dinner? Coffee? Popcorn? Just send me a text. I’ll set another plate aside.
By saying “Lord, break my heart for what breaks Yours” was apparently an open invitation for heartache, but in a good way. I have plenty. More than enough. What good does it do me if I don’t share it with others?? I’m done being just another Walmart shopper.
Bloom where you are planted, my friends.