A parable that shows how consumerism affects our relationship with God.
I wonder what it will look like when it is completed. It is fun to dream about, but today I am looking at what it is now – and that isn’t the best.
I feel as if there are too major problems with this deal. Something needs to be done before it is too late.
Luckily, He is still working on it.
I feel as if the rooms are not quite right. I would have placed the family room in the center- the place where we hang out and watch our favorite shows, but the builder must have made a mistake.
I feel as if the walls are all wrong, they are too low. I want them to be higher. High walls makes me feel safe and gives me a sense of privacy.
He must not understand that I value my privacy.
I feel as if the wood is all wrong. It is much too rough. Unfinished wood has brought me many splinters – painful and difficult to remove.
Hasn’t he ever felt the pain from rough wood rubbing on skin?
I feel like the colors are all wrong. They are much too dark. Don’t get me wrong, there are many bright spots, but I want the whole house bright. The dark spaces just have to go.
I feel as if the furnishings are all wrong. They are much too simple. The barest of necessities is all that is placed around the room. It makes me wonder whether the Builder has even considered my personal comfort.
I feel as if the location is wrong. The weather here is subject to constant change. I am tired of storms. All I am asking for is a little sun. I can’t even begin to explain the neighbors – not the type of people that I want to associate with, let alone having them live beside me.
Plus, the timing is all wrong. The whole process is taking too long. My dreams and plans are passing me by while this builder just keeps doing His own thing. He keeps telling me it is going to be great. He keeps telling me to wait and see. However, I am beginning to doubt.
I am beginning to tire of His future promises. I am afraid that He is taking me for a ride and that in the end, I will be left empty-handed and disappointed. My friends keep asking why I am sticking around. As I look around, I become more confused about what He must be thinking.
I will talk to the Builder. If He doesn’t make the changes I demand, I should just walk away.
(For a follow up article, please read The Builder’s Response)
Sounds like my house. I was recently called to leave my house to enter into another dwelling for an extended visit. I was only recently allowed to return to my own house. It’s a long story that needs to be told. For now I just want to say that I’m tracking your story. I get it. Thank you, Dr. Boyd!