Even Vacations are Odd

I know, I know, I need to lighten up, but I have to say that the sense of things becomes rather odd when a large group of affluent people gather to vacation. Yes, the beach is beautiful. Yes, the time of leisure is nice. The pastel-painted condos, the white-picket fences, the palm trees, the restaurants, yes, yes, yes, all of that is wonderful, but there's something about the collective laziness and absence of industry that leaves me with a kind of sick feeling in my stomach, like when you eat too much of your favorite candy. Everybody's on vacation, so just relax, right? It's hard to relax because right there with the affluence are qualities I don't like to be around for very long: arrogance, a sense that "we pulled this off," laziness, a lack of good stewardship, a sense of privilege, materialism... My buddy says that everyone here wants to be a millionaire. Not just those visiting, but those running businesses, right down to the parking valet and the waitress. Everyone wants a piece of this action.

But hey, you say, whoa, what about you, Mr. Long-Weekend-in-Seagrove-Dude? You're right there with them, right? You're such the hypocrite! You're enjoying the leisure...others are probably looking at YOU and saying, all these rich people, they make me sick!

Well now, I would have to respectfully disagree. They would look at ME and say, hey, there's a righteous dude whose priorities are right on track! Look at him! I can tell he hasn't given into the dark side of affluence, he's down here for a short period of rest and relaxation. He's recharging his batteries. He's not one of us. Let's be more like him, God love him!