Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Flipping through the channels tonight I watched a few minutes of a strange show called The Real Housewives of Orange County. Knowing that part of California very well, I was curious to see what kind of women had been picked to represent the Southern California lifestyle. After about five minutes, I had to turn it off.


That's the best word I can use to describe this show. Women concerned with their money, their bodies, their houses and sometimes, their families. Spoiled rich kids with diamonds in their ears--living in palaces compared to the rest of the world. Husbands detached from their wives and kids; gambling in Vegas or traveling 25 days out of the month.

And millions of people are supposed to envy this?

I remember Orange County years ago when the hills were bare of houses and the roads reflected a mix of cars (and incomes), instead of the sea of Mercedes, BMWs and other assorted luxury vehicles you see today. Salt Creek was a hidden beach far below a pristine cliff where we'd bake for hours on our blankets in the sand (and sneak peeks at all the cute surfers).

I think a luxury hotel owns it now.

It's hard to accept the changes sometimes . . . hills so breathtaking . . . buried in cement and steel. Crystal clear skies veiled in murky brown pollution; all the simple beauty--gone.

It's strange how the same thing happens to people.

Children are so beautiful. They love you with all of their hearts; unspoiled innocence living in a simple world. Simple things mean the most; a blanket, a doll, a puppy. And then they begin to grow and changes happen, and suddenly the beauty and the innocence disappears; crowded out by all the things money can buy.

It's just sad.

When you lose sight of eternity, it's all about the moment . . . it's all about me. I think I understand a little more each day why Jesus said, "Whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it." Mark 10:15


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