It is hard to imagine ourselves with a golden calf, but not with a golden card. That is, after all, what I’ve been working toward. I remember my first credit card. I was impressed that someone thought enough of me to make this huge sum of money available to me.
I get a lot less excited these days when the cards arrive in the mail, promising me all kinds of things from free trips in warm climes to a percentage back. I’ve discovered the cards aren’t a reward, but an inducement to think more of myself than I should, to take more of what doesn’t belong to me so that others can get rich.
Jesus, help me to not think too much of myself so that I can think more of you. Let me follow you in the everyday things of life every day. Amen. — EB