Don't get me wrong. Home has been great. I slept for a long time last night, and it was cool enough to require some blankets. Glorious! And we had a wonderful dinner with the Reibers catching up, having fun, and eating food that my intestines are joyously thankful for. It's been awesome to hang out with mom and dad (though lame to not be able to see my sister til Thanksgiving). Things like getting to drive, listening to my music, calling friends, and going running have been deeply missed blessings.
And yet, I'm feeling frustrated. And my frustration with home is just how very "at home" I feel in this culture and this affluence.
Karen and I had a great conversation in Phoenix standing outside a pet store my first night back in the US. We talked about how, yes, poverty is terrible and leads people to believe they are worthless. But the pet store is just another kind of sickness, and it isn't any better. We spend $1000 for a puppy and then thousands more to feed and care for it and buy it clothes and toys. Sometimes we pay for dental care and surgery and chemotherapy for our pets. And people starve to death and die for lack of clean water. It kind of makes me sick how "at home" I felt in front of that pet store in that mall though. It just seemed normal. I've not quite fully grasped living in a way that "makes it clear they are seeking a country of their own". I don't quite yet completely "desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one" (Hebrews 11) as much as I want to.
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heavy words kenny! yet so very true... we all should desire a heavenly kingdom... yet the us is so comfortable and convenient... the fact that you desire to want to feel that way though is such evidence of Gods continuing work to make you feel that way... its through being uncomfortable that we can change... ya know!!
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