on whether middle class americans, too, can be saved

in the mundane run of the days i can lose sight of glory, of the drama and power of jesus' disruptive call to be that which I am meant to be. we've been in the moving mode now for months, and finally this week close on our house in new britain, and have only one house to tend to. one is enough. one is enough to challenge moral fiber and faith convictions. furnishing a house immediately places one up against the problem st. francis put starkly: if i own a bible, then i must own a desk and chair for my study, a book shelf to keep the bible on, paper and pen for notes, and so it goes. the question is: where does it stop?

but we own a house. we own lots of things that go in our house. we are so totally middle class and sometimes our life feels really far away from the one who said 'foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests, but the son of man has nowhere to lay his head.' (jesus in matt. 8:20) martin luther wrote 'on whether soldiers, too, can be saved' and i'm soon going to turn my attention to a recent book that is more or less 'on whether middle class americans, too, can be saved'. it is by david matzko mccarthy and is really called the good life: genuine christianity for the middle class. it promises to be good tonic for what ails me (and so many others).

anon, and +peace