is anyone else ever embarrassed to be a part of this culture, or is it just me?
i'm just imagining trying to explain this to Marley, our little girl we pray for and support in hondoras. i was in honduras. i remember meeting Maria, who got up at 4 in the morning to start making little flour tortillas in her 2-room "house" so that she can sell them on the street for a cent or two a piece. what would Maria say if i showed her this advertisement?
what is wrong with us?
not that i'm beyond this, believe me. i can binge with the best of them, and my excessive personality has put me in situations that i'm sure i would be quite ashamed of in my more "balanced" moments. but at a moment like this, when i see the whole world and think of all of God's children, i wonder about the injustice of my excessive comfort, and what i can do about it. i'm not trying to be preachy here, or tell you not to enjoy your double extreme bacon-ater with 4 extra beef patties or whatever, but simply wondering about my own role in the great imbalance. and for some reason, this advertisement this morning shook me from my sleepy complicity.