Yesterday I was walking toward the pick-up spot to where we were meeting for our ball hockey game. The hockey-game where I almost got my eye poked out and just have a few bloody cuts there instead. I live in a trashy apartment building with four other friends who make this specific home amazing. As you begin to walk to my old school, Tyndale, you will walk by the nun house, where the pope stayed during World Youth Day, a all-girl Catholic school (with no shortage of short skirts) and the houses get bigger and the cars get nicer as you progressively get closer to Tyndale. Tyndale is right in the middle of multi-million dollar houses. Always a great site to lay eyes upon when your paying ten thousand a year just for tuition and going into a low paying if any pay at all job. Unless of course you choose TV Evangelism, but I don’t think Tyndale prepares you too well for that. Maybe there is a school in the States for that.
On my walk I looked to my left and noticed this newer car, probably in the last two or three years, sitting out on a driveway with all four doors open. It would easily put a dent in your bank account of over thirty grand, if not that into your mortgage. Half a body was hanging out of the car while the other half was focused solely on the scrubbing motions inside the vehicle. She was washing her car.
As I got closer to Tyndale, I looked to my right and a family was out in their front yard showing off their new driveway. It was a cool driveway. It had all these patterns in it, and was pleasing to the eye. I remember 6 months ago when he started his driveway project. Now it’s finished and it looks great.
I started of course dreaming about the day when I would have my own car to wash, and my own driveway to finish. My dreams were halted though; I couldn’t get comfortably into them. I don’t even want these things anymore. A nice car? Will this bring me anything more than an old rugged car rather that a few more chicks looking my way as I get from A to B? A new driveway? What’s wrong with gravel? Were the rocks getting stuck in the wheels of my new car?
I’ve been told by adult after adult that when I get older I’ll start to understand these things. When I get older responsibility will hit, I’ll get a family and I have to provide for them and I will want all these things. I don’t think there is anything wrong with a new car, or a nice driveway, I just don’t want them. I don’t want a new car; I’d rather drive a crappy one and put my money to better use. I don’t want a paved driveway, I’d rather save the few thousand dollars (probably well over ten for this guy) and put it toward something else.
Why do things become all we strive after in life? Since when do they really hold any value beyond cash which is only really a figment of our imagination anyway? How do we escape this consumerism attitude where we just want more and want better constantly never being satisfied or content with the items we have?
I’m beginning to see less and less need for my wardrobe. Why do I need 20 t-shirts, 7 hoodies, 6 pairs of pants, 7 pairs of shorts and a closet full of button ups? I thank God that I am blessed overwhelmingly with all these things, but I really can’t get over the fact that there are those with not even one piece of clothing. Let alone 40 articles of fairly new clothing (not including button ups, underwear or socks or coats), a new car, a new paved driveway, a library of books, a phat house, a new boat, a hot tub, pool, spiced up laptop, ninety pairs of shoes, new furniture, a new paint job in our room, my Martha Stewart pillows, palm pilots, digital cameras and the list goes on. What really do I need? Do I need everything that I have? Nope. Not even a little bit. I need to let God and I’m trying to let him shape me into living simple, a life without being tied down to my comfort with things where my comfort comes from him.