2.5 of Battlestar Galactica last night. It was a long episode, over an hour, which I guess in TV terms is an hour and a half or thereabouts. Lots of twists and turns, unexpected character changes and of course, a cliffhanger of sorts. All in all, we watched more TV in that series than in the previous 5 or more years. By far.
The business of Christianity in the U.S. continues to bug me. I don’t think that I’m going to stop being bugged by it anytime soon. It’s the little, everyday things that are getting to me now. I walked out to get the mail and the first thing I notice is the big, 4 color, glossy, Lifeway brochure. All I could think was, how much money did this useless mailout cost, how many cubic feet will it occupy in the landfills and how many people could have been given Bibles where they are desperately needed?
It isn’t like I don’t purchase study guides, commentaries or Bibles, goodness knows I have my share. It is the marketing, constant, in your face, 24/7/365 shopping experience that U.S. Christianity has become. And that sounds harsh, is harsh and is an indictment of me as much as anyone else. Now it has paralyzed me. The only people I reach out to now are those that reach out first. It doesn’t feel right, doesn’t compute in my mind but that is just where I am.