(On my soapbox—beginning to speak)
As I was listening to some secular radio, I got to thinking about how much money is used in this world for the purpose of entertainment and the luxury of self-pleasure (<——I know it sounds bad but it’s meant to, but if you would prefer…”pleasure-seeking”). Whether it be sex, drugs, or Rock and Roll, the reason why drug dealers are drug dealers, the reason why pimps are pimps, the reason why self-indulgent rock stars are self-indulgent rock stars
is because there’s pleasure in it and for that pleasure there’s a lot of money that comes along with that. And that’s the reality for all of us who doesn’t do the “hard-core” stuff, but oh…how we still do the soft-core stuff. And we sure put a lot of money into it. And if time is money. Add the time on top of the money. That’s a lot of money.
So what’s the connection between secular radio and this thought?
Well, it’s because I was (as I usual do) having a difficult week and I was turning on the radio to get my mind off of whatever billion-of-thoughts that clouded my mind at the time and I was “bumpin’” with the music. Then, as I was listening to my Hot 9-7 (Because it’s not ninety-seven…it’s nine-seven!) and Power 105 and I’m 92.3 NOW! (And who listens to z100 anymore!!!) And it took me back to that thought when I was back in High School thinkin’…
“Man, I just want to go clubbin’, get my DANCE on and bump with the music and throw my cares away! ‘cuz you know I was born to tear up that dance floor!”
Then, my mind was flooded with thoughts of how much is spent to “DANCE our lives away”; how much people spend on the ALMIGHTY WEEKEND to escape the doldrums of the weekly grind; both in public and in secret. How much money, how much of our time, how much of our thoughts, how much of our hearts…
Clubs pouring in mini-fortunes every weekend and young people throwing away mini-fortunes to release the angst that’s been piling up through a week of frustrating money-making. In addition, all the personal and emotional drama that fills every weekend is un-apologetically equated with our times in Vegas (“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas”)…but what a toll on our wounded souls. And on Monday, going back to the same state of mind—feeling as if life had no meaning and purpose…so all that’s left to look forward to is the next weekend. What an investment!?!?!?
We’re doing this in this world of ours thinking that we deserve it…that we’ve earned it…that we are self-justified to release ourselves from our depressing lives by opening up the tab and letting the weekend FLOW!
But what is it’s toll? We’re feeding a insatiable beast with junk food that seems to never fill the hunger of our heart. And the growling inside for more grows as we simultaneously try our best to tame the beast…sex…drugs…mind trips…physical pleasure…new experiences…material things… placate it by feeding it scraps.
And today, I read an article like this. (http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/24/magazine/24volunteerism-t.html?pagewanted=1&_r=2?src=ISMR_HP_LI_LST_FB) (Praise the Lord!) That the world isn’t all like this…and that there are people giving their lives and of their lives so that basic pleasures and needs of others can be satisfied.
Though, where I live and the things that I’m exposed to (Secular radio and other forms of media) influences my mind to drift off to seek an escape. A place to please myself and a place where I can cast my cares aside and get the adrenalin flowing, get the serotonin flowing, get the endorphins flowing.
But I guess Jesus knew something. That when we get other things flowing like compassion, peace, justice, and love, that joy comes along with it. That fulfillment warms us like a warm quilt by a campfire with a cup of hot cocoa in hand.
But I know, charity and philanthropy is not the-end-all-be-all of self-fulfillment and purpose within all our lives. All of us are multi-dimensional beings that make us who we are. I can’t argue that in any form, but what’s been weighing down on me is the thought that if we (we, being educated and growing Asian-American adults with a steady flow of income that many of our immigrant parents could only dream of in their blue-collar years of working off of each paycheck, which is mostly my peers) could be as serious about caring for our community and addressing some major issues that could be solved by a transforming of our wealth into actual help for those who need it in this world as we are for our Almighty Weekends—that could be substantial change.
e.g. These mini-fortunes that feed the businesses and the bank accounts of all these “self-pleasure” industries and turning them into mini-fortunes that feed mouths.
“But that’s not fair for all those people making honest livings out of these industries…and the people that want to indulge in these industries with the money that they’ve rightfully earned” no…really? hmmm…fair.
Being a pastor, I can make excuses that there’s rarely anything that I do with my time or money that is used for self-pleasure. Weekend? What weekend? (i guess, in the eyes of the world) As is with most pastors, we in fact “live for the weekends” but in a different way. (oh the irony! oh the competition!) And our time and our money? It’s all for paying bills, supporting our families, or supporting our ministries, but that would be a lie as well; and essentially it’s all an excuse. Because I have more than enough. My family has more than enough. Our self-pleasure…My family and I spend much too much than we’re supposed to on food…that’s for sure.
And this rant on this soapbox could go on and on. But it’s about that time…
Time to shut up and show up.
Put my bumpin’ music on…
And put my dancin’ shoes on…
become a dancer who dances upon injustice…
how about you?
Here’s an option… (one of so so many!)