| | I don't even know where to start. There is so much on my mind. I can't barely even begin to sort it for you. I might even fall asleep before I get it all out. Lord willing, that will be the case.
I started reading before sleep about nine months ago. I read some novel and keep the bookmark always on the current page I am reading so that when I fall asleep I don't loose my place. Ten months ago I could fall asleep at the drop of a hat, so long as I was in bed. Now? I stir. My worst night is the one when I finish a book. Usually I am not happy with the ending and so I lay there trying to be comfortable in a ridiculously priced mattress with more ridiculously priced bedding surrounding me in 'comfort'...yet I still have to try. I can never seem to wake up satisfied...I wake up cranky and really thirsty. It didn't used to be that way. The sleep is 'refreshing' only in that I wake up and am not tired anymore. In reality...I feel like six to eight hours of my life has disappeared from the record books and all I have to show for it is some vague recollections of a dream or two. That's the other thing: dreams. I used to dream about once every three months. Now? Nightly. Sometimes more. Say what you want...I don't believe the psychologists can prove I *always* dream, but sometimes don't remember it. Either way, I am dreaming more now than I used to.
I am visiting my parents this weekend. They live in a much bigger city than I do. It makes me sick and depressed to see all the wealth or sometimes faux-wealth that floats all around this big city. I am not saying that there is not wealth in my hometown, but rather that its not as often displayed as well as it is in th ebig city. What is so depressing? The extreme wealth. "[...] it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God" (Mt 19:24, NAS). People say that God has blessed this nation with wealth. I think they are right...but that's not the end of the sentence people. What Jesus is saying here points the finger at Satan for making us rich.
You know whats sad? There are actually laws that deem the minimum standard of living in this country. Wait...why is that sad? Because when even building a house requires a permit, lest you be fined, you are required to follow building code. And following building code is expensive.
Let me illustrate something: Pretend you have five dollars, and only five dollars. One day while walking on a road you see a piece of land for sale. Its not but almost half an acre, but the selling price is eighty five cents. Furthermore, you notice that the land is quality for farming. Estatic, you approach the seller and buy the land. Now you have four fifteen. With a new lease on life you walk to the lumber yard and buy four dollars worth of supplies and tools to build a house. Promptly, because of your diligent hard work, a small two-room house is erected. Now you have fifteen cents and a house on some land, which is good for farming. Problem: you didn't put a floor in your house. You are fine with that because a roof over your head is better than a floor underneath. However don't try and raise a family in that home. And you better not live in it yourself. Our laws prevent that kind of thing.
Wealth in this country is required to produce at all.
Depending on who you ask, the poverty line here in the US is between $10k and $15k per year, for one person. I sit at less than half of that and live pretty comfortably, for one person. The poverty line is the bottom 10% of the wealth in the country, I think.
How is it that we, the richest country in the world, are unable to fix the millions of people that are depressed. Why are we, who almost all have cell phones, lonely? Why are we, whom have been given the gift of wealth hanging onto it for dear life?
Bed.
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