>Love and God from the perspective of a coffee-fueled creativity

>I would like to take a moment this morning before I leave for work to discuss something that will probably make some people mad.

We here in middle to upper class America have somehow developed this mentality that our standard for happiness is the correct one, and should be the standard of happiness for everybody worldwide. To these people, I offer these questions:

1) Why would anybody want to be held to the principle that happiness is equated with physical, tangible, burnable things? Why would we place our joy on the shoulders of something that can be ripped away from us as easily as it can make us smile? Why is it when we don't have our computers for a week we feel an emptiness in our lives that cannot be filled until its return? If money is what makes us happy, how can it be good when we have to make up excuses to not give it away? "Oh, that man is clearly going to buy drugs or booze with it." Do not misunderstand me, I'm not saying that it is right to give what you earn to the first person that asks for it (this is a topic for another day), all I'm saying is don't lie to yourself about your reasoning for being stingy.

2) Why would anybody want to be a part of a society where your status is determined by the neighborhood you live in, the college you go to, the grades you make, the computer you use, the restaurants you frequent, the girls you date, etc. I have met more brilliant people in Waffle House at 2 in the morning selling their paintings to get enough money for bus fare than I have listening to the complaints of people who are affluent enough to be able to whine that their steak isn't rare enough. I have heard the ideas of more intelligent thinkers who are addicted to heroin or meth or are working 3 jobs to pay their half of child support while waiting tables at Denny's than I have sitting in a class of people society has deemed "high brow" in an intellectual class at an expensive university. I have learned more about God from watching a child play in a pool than I have from 90% of the people that I meet in churches.

There are more, but I'm going to have to leave soon. I think what I'm trying to say is something that has been stated and overstated for years, and is, at its core a message of love. Something you can hold is something that can be taken away from you, so it is pointless to place your trust or joy in that thing. Find love though, and you will see that nothing can take it away from you for anything in the world. Find God and let me know not when you lose Him, but when He loses you.

Hamilton Barber

The subject of this page is an introverted writer/musician/lunatic from Chattanooga, TN who dabbles in lexical dexterity, unorthodox thoughts on prosperity, and being overwhelmingly undeserving of the privilege of waking up every day. He hopes that everybody who reads these words takes them to heart and leaps higher than he ever could. He reads, thinks, and speaks too much; he listens, works, and loves too little; and he says “I” entirely too often. The words on these pages are not his: they are the words that were given to him.