Tonight I went over to my sister’s house. She has four kids, and a youth pastor husband, which means he is gone a lot in the evenings and she ends up at home, on the verge of insanity. In attempts to keep her sane, I went over tonight and played with the kids for a while.
To make a long story short, once everyone under five feet tall was asleep in his or her own bed, April and I watched Iron Chef. This is a great show, an epic show, really, but it cuts out to a lot of commercial breaks. Right before the Iron Chef winner for the night was announced, we watched a credit card commercial that could help all of your financial and business dreams come true. The tricky thing was, they didn’t add the adjectives, they just said that ALL of your dreams would come true. Every single dream. This infers, of course, that all of America’s dreams are clearly about business and financial success. I heard a statistic today that said that the average American is bombarded with three thousand commercial advertisements a day, in some way or another (thank you, Donald Miller). How many of these ads are saying exactly what that credit card commercial are saying?
I’m still thinking about this, chewing over the bits and pieces that are so incomprehensibly backwards, and yet so forwardly advanced in society, that I still feel unsure of exactly what where to take this post. I’m going to sleep on it. More tomorrow.