Black Friday entices the best of us to grab the savings and check off our Christmas purchases.
Hey I am not one to knock a deal. I currently stalk Hobby Lobby for sales, have a Cartwheel Target App and get FB alerts when my local thrift store has a 10 for $10 (That is an actual thing).
But when the reality of a need is superseded by the "deal" itself, we have been had. It is like when you discover that You have actually been trained by your dog to do something when all the deceived while you thought you were in control. (Some of you have just had a stunning realization- I've been there. Canines are really smart.)
|I knew you would catch me|
|I'm here for you Lord.|
something I presently require an Act of God to interrupt
(and He has )
in order to get a bargain ,means we have been replaced as the Alpha.
You no longer have control. The sale, the deal, The Man does.
Not only are we sacrificing sleep, money, and priorities but our dignity as well. Here are just a few examples:
|Stock Market or Black Friday?|
|Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter...|
|what the heck?|
I can hear the groans now. That is just so negative. Its fun. I got great deals. I needed this. Okay so the day after Thanksgiving is not the National Day of Evil, but it has become a Monster people. And Monsters continue to live only when they are fed.
Where was I? Oh yes Black Friday. The bottom line is it has turned into madness. People camp out, stay up all night, brave the elements and get this : fight each other for crap they do not need.
Yeah I went there...the item of your desire is not needed.
|Entertainment is important when stalking deals.|
It ain't bread people.
It's not a form of shelter.
It's not a vaccine, basic clothing or clean water.
I have stuff. I like stuff. Stuff is fun, I get it.
But when stuff becomes the center, we are no longer on point. We no longer are in control; it is in control.
That alone is enough to make me stop, collaborate and listen.
I want my intangible list to be longer.
As a Jesus chick, these are my instructions, so it matters. I want time with my kids, snuggling with my spouse, celebrating with others, meeting others needs, a good long walk, a deep prayer and tons of hugs to flow over my Ipad, shoes, and dare I say my Hobby Lobby basket. But it's a Christian company right? --isn't that like shopping for Jesus? (insert eye roll and another story)
So basically it comes down to this, Black Friday demands two things of me : My time and my money. I was once told that if you want to know where your priorities lie, look where you spend your time and your money.
O-U-C-H. Black Friday doesn't deserve either. Mine or yours.
This year I really stuck it to the system I worked and made money ( not retail) and then I came home put on my PJ's and sat on the front porch (much to the disgust of my children), eating leftovers and playing reverse charades with my tribe Ha! Take that greed machine. My presence was undoubtedly felt. (where is my sarcasm font?).
But the bottom line is this: There will be no supply where there is not a demand. I hope little by little (read: by storm) people will choose to be in control, prioritize and stay in their Pj's on the porch; if for no other reason to savor the horrified look on their children's faces.
Now that is an intangible moment stored up that no one can steal.