I fear we have no clue how great is our love for material things.

How much it infects our minds, and hearts, and our every decision. How we treasure it and covet those things which we don’t have. And how much we therefore neglect love-stricken relationships. And how we think that these things are actually worth something in this life. And worse still, how much we idolize these inanimate gods. And they are not gods at all. They are just…things.

Things that we’ve given life and breath. It is the monster of materialism, born, nurtured, and perpetuated by us. And where does it live?

In our hearts...