Reflection from the Fanzone at the Daytona 500
I am sitting here at the Daytona 500. In the fanzone (literally 100 feet from some of the cars). Sitting over there garages. I am in awe at the buzz surrounding NASCAR and the whole racing thing.
I am sitting here pondering the whole "what's the purpose of life" thing. Thinking what do these people live for? Each one passing by, what is there motivation to work hard each day? What are they gerttung out of this event that they were willing to pay so much to be here? What are any of us getting from the things we are willing to make exchanges for.
Entertainment... what is it that makes us so happy and what is it that when devoid of it makes us "bored?" What is "bored?"
I don't want to raise kids that say "I am bored." But I think I am going to have to discover what that means prior to educating them to avoid such a unhealthy attitude.
Marketing has a death grip on us and we are so convinced by the power of the things corporate america has presented as crucial, amazing and vital that we pursue them relentlessly.
There is a longing in my heart to really understand what it is to be content in Christ. Does this mean I have a smug disinterest in all things as if there is zero appeal or attraction or am I just kept from buying into all of it as a raving fan?
What does it look like to have heart that has Christ at the center. To have your affections centered on him...
(Current Addition) I watched the race today in Bristol: Tony Stewart dominated the whole race until the the very end and than was bumped, smacked a wall in the third to the last lap. Running hard, feeling good, loving life and than it all goes wrong right before the finish line. may we not experience this in life. By the way I am big fan of Tony, sorry you had a bad day bud.
