The longer I try to stay in the ring, the more I understand how critical it is for followers of Christ to shed their worldly possessions.
No matter how much we fat westerners try to deny it, we can’t fit through the narrow needle eye with all of our goods.
I subscribe to Facebook, unfortunately, and the chatter I see on it daily of many of my Christian friends who spend as much time talking up their worldly things as they do seeking the kingdom of God makes me understand that only a blessed few get it. And probably not even in our hemisphere. Rich men don’t get saved.
I had my chances — at every juncture I blew it, I chose the wide way, not the narrow path.
I stayed in a religious community up in Alaska and they limited the amount of cash that we could keep on hand. We didn’t really buy things for ourselves and we worked for the community. I was very bad at it. That was the closest I have come to Christ, and like my namesake, I walked away at a critical moment — too selfish for the kingdom of heaven.
Now I am heading back home (after a long 18 months away) to my parish, and I am afraid that my level of worldliness will fit right in with the rest of the flock.
We are made intoxicated by our riches and in steep denial. And we are good at justifying our fatness.