The youth group has a question box. You can put a question in and the leaders will take a little time on Wednesday evening to answer it. Several weeks ago, someone asked if the word lust had only to do with sex. Pretty good question.
Did I forget to mention that only men are allowed to teach mixed groups of people at our church?
So the person, who answered this, answered in the negative; that there is also a lust for power. His example, people who run for public office. Regardless of political party.
That was all.
It has troubled me for the entire time, that he didn’t talk about all the other drives of the flesh that we indulge.
I tried to bring the example of the desire to drive the “then-new-to-me” car on the road between Target and an adjoining suburb. It features tight curves and ever-so-slight banking in a spot or two. This vehicle is made to handle well and this little spot of perhaps a half mile is a delightful opportunity to sample that. Really delightful.
Apparently, that was interpreted as me wanting to brag about the car.
I was interrupted and ignored.
There are a number of kinds of lust. I avoided blogging it because, they’ll all find out soon enough and it was just me taking it personally.
So, in the spirit of taking it personally, I’m blogging it now. Because I have a bad case.
You see, I have a cookbook collection. Not like I am trying to build a library that will be donated for public use when I die. But to use. Each one has a story and a reason. I have hard and fast rules for selection, that even I don’t know. I know when I see them. I experience a kind of feeling of awe sometimes when I find a certain one.
For Christmas, I started a little project. I bought cookbooks for some kids (5) I love. They are like nieces and nephews. Sort of. Thing.
There’s the great used book store here, and I got in the cookbook section and found six (6) treasures. I can’t decide which book to give which kid. Because I want two (2) of them for myself.
So I’m sitting here trying to wrap gifts and looking through the books, especially the ones I want, but then I glanced through the one that was most expensive. Now, I want it, too.
That’s what made me remember.
Cookbooks that take my breath away,
Fine leather goods, like handbags, wallets, belts and…
Yesterday, I was doing a little shopping.
I wanted to buy something for someone who reads this blog. Who I’m responsible for dressing. The cost was a little ambitious. I got a little angry.
Because I wanted what I wanted. And felt it was out of reach.
There may have been some pouting. I’m not scared, though. Santa and I are on shaky terms right now (it’s another post).
I’m not as tired as I was and I think I’m going back.
To be excessive in the essentials.
Soliciting for real connection through some other means.
Any self-respecting first-world woman, knows I’m talking about boots.
Two pair of size ten black leather riding boots.
And I might buy a hot drink (with some kind of froth or something) while I’m out.
What do you say? Is lust just a sexual term? What do you hope Santa will slather all over you this Christmas?