Selling Utopias

If you pay attention, you'll notice that nearly all worldviews have the promise of "if only." 

If only we had traditional conservative values, this country would be great again.

If only we had more compassion for the poor and less stodgy conservatives, this country would be a progressive wonderland.

If only we had guns in the hands of good guys, bad guys would run.

If only we got rid of guns, we'd be safe.

These "if only" statements are never satisfied, of course. We cannot manipulate the world according to our opinions, and how laughably arrogant we are to even want to. 

Our Fast-Paced Life is Choking Our Souls

I probably check my email a billion times a day. These little electronic parcels provide a dopamine rush akin to the effects of cocaine. It's like a tether to a world of stimulus and activity. If I'm not busy, I feel guilty. I know I'm not alone, because I hear people talk about it all the time. We are a culture obsessed with "the grind" and "hustle" and what not. This is generally a good thing - sure man, work hard - but it has become a religion.

Our busyness is, at its root, a theological problem. We are deluded into thinking that we are more important than we actually are. If we don't get such and such done, the world will unravel and our kids will lick the underside of park benches. We think we're a big deal, and we would never say it - or perhaps even recognize it - but we want to be God. 

That's the root of sin - to want to be God and to control everything. We will do whatever we can to show that we're powerful, even if only to ourselves. That's what happened in The Garden and it's the root of all of the moral decay and depravity in our world. 

The Inefficiency of Joy

As a business guy, I'm rather interested in efficiency. I find myself saying the word often and I find my attention narrowing in on how to make our company run more smoothly and without wasted energy. 

This morning, as with all mornings, I took my dog Titus on a walk. Usually I walk him before the kids (and the sun) are up, but this morning I had a late start. I invited them to come with me. Liam's 6 and Lila's almost 4. I was in a bit of a hurry this morning, given the late start and all. I had a conference call and needed to lift weights and take out the trash and so on. 

Lila was in her Yoshi costume, a head-to-toe green thing which she won't take off. Liam threw on some clothes over his bed head and ran out the door. The walk took a while. Lila stopped because her training wheels got high-centered in the grass. Liam charged ahead and then came back to tell me which Mario characters we each should pretend to be. Again, it took a while.