So there I sat: reading "Rich Christians in an Age of Hunger" while getting a spa pedicure. While the nail technician delicately rubbed expensive lotion between my toes, I learned that thousands of children starved to death during the time it took me to receive a pedicure. Next, I was off to get a Frappuccino from Starbucks. Seriously?
Now I understand what it means that "God comforts the disturbed and disturbs the comfortable." My cushy suburban life with all the trappings was on a collision course with a whole host of verses I'd never really considered before that seemed to be leaping off the pages of my Bible.
I have been so immersed in the affluent lifestyle of square footage, a stylish wardrobe, expensive dinners, luxury vacations, and a plethora of activities designed to keep my children entertained, that I began to call into question my claim that I serve a Savior who identifies with the broken, the oppressed, the poor, the sick, and the marginalized.
As a Mom, I have become increasingly alarmed that I am teaching my young daughters to pursue the things the world says are important instead of the things God says are important.
I've begun this blog hoping to find others, especially Moms, who wonder if the comfortable suburban life is all there is, or is there something we are missing?