"That" blue and white box.
In my lifetime, I've had the luxury of opening 'that' blue and white box twice. You know, the one that every girl in the Western world (and then some) sqeals at no end at. Tiffanys baby.My latest addition was given to me two days ago. As I took the unwrapped box out again and lingered my eyes on the silky white ribbon, I just kept thinking: what is it about this blue and white box that has such an effect on people (read: girls)?
The way I reacted (i.e. typical girly squealing) made me think: is this right?
It's scary how much love for the things of the world is regarded as normal, even between Christians. Is it really harmless to eye longingly at blue and white boxes? On the surface one would think I might be scrutinising myself too much for my 'natural' reaction; perhaps I'm even looking a gift horse in the mouth by being so critical of a gift. But I'm not criticising the gift, only my reaction to it.
Materialism is everywhere, permeated in every idea. How much is acceptable for a Christian? How much can you like something before it gets to be too much? People say, as long as it doesn't take over your life then it's ok, and it's not like I think about Tiffanys' all day so I'll be 'right. The danger though is that things are never as clearcut. The cunningness of sin is that it creeps up on you, with every little loosening of a grip, every inch towards complacency.
Goal this week: closely examine how much value I place on things.
posted by me. @ 5:50 PM
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