I was offended by the news today. They called me a bad name. It still hurts to even think about it. They called me a…consumer. Blech.
Truth be told, there are times when the horrible name is deserved. Times when the shiny stuff of the world leads me around like the stick-held carrot it is.
But the name still stinks. What’s worse, the more I hear it, the easier it is to believe. A thousand advertisements preach their sermon to me every day, tempting me toward this mistaken identity.
And so back to the pages of God’s Word, where a better name is given.
As it regards the things of this world, my purpose is not to consume, but to steward. I didn’t make it, so it doesn’t belong to me to consume. But I do use it, on behalf of someone else. So I’m a steward.
Whether it’s the few waking hours given to each of us, whether it’s the gifts we give or receive, whatever the it is, we are stewards of it. What freedom! Freedom to pursue a higher goal with all the its…the goal of glorifying the one, true owner. Freedom to not chase the carrot.
So don’t let anyone call you that nasty name again. Stop consuming, start stewarding.