It's 3:30 a.m. and I wished I'd found the Ibuprofren before I went to bed. Rain on a tin roof woke me up but it's my sore neck that's preventing me from going back to sleep. I finally found the pain reliever stuck in the back of a cupboard in the bathroom. I don't know where things are still.
I left work early after getting a deep tissue massage yesterday. There is nothing relaxing about having someone knead you to death. I can't believe I paid money to hurt this much. I have to go into work today because I'm meeting a pastor who read my column about the waitress from the holidays and wrote to me. He wants to take me to lunch, and to talk to me about coming to speak to his church. He said he bought Where's Your Jesus Now? and read it over the weekend. So I guess that means he knows what he's getting into.
I am working purposefully on my next book, Will Jesus Buy Me a Doublewide? It's a seriously funny look at prosperity teaching. I've got an interview with a fellow today who inherited so much money it cost him his job. There's a kicker for you. From what I've gleaned so far he loved his job and never would have quit it and was stunned to be forced out.
I tried to get an interview with a Georgia couple who won the lottery but to no avail. I'm not sure if they never got my request or if they are ignoring it. I love that most people are more than willing to share the lessons they've learned.
Of course, I remain befuddled by the intoxicating nature of money. Just last night I saw on the news a clip about young women selling their eggs for cash. The women, in their early 20s, all talked about how the money helped them pay off college loans. And they even threw in a nugget about how they are helping childless couples.
Not to be heartless to childless couples, but I came away wondering is there nothing, I mean nothing, that we won't exploit for the sake of a dollar?
I doubt very much that they are selling those eggs because they can't find any other way to pay their college loans. I suspect it's so they can buy those designer labels they were wearing.
And this notion that they are being altrustic and helping the childless couple is simply so that they can justify what their spirits tell them is a wrong thing to do. We are not chickens. We were not created to sell eggs. No offense to the chickens.
Pray tell me, who is keeping track of all these eggs? How do we know Egg One won't grow up to fall in love with Egg Two, who is really a half-brother or half-sister?
In our effort to be non-judgmental we have lost all common sense.
And as a nation we have swapped out a democracy for capitalism at its most corrupt core.
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