“A religion that is pure and stainless in the sight of God the Father is this: to take care of orphans and widows in their suffering, and to keep
oneself unstained by the world.” James 1:27
We spent the Christmas holiday on a seven day cruise to the Mexican Riviera. It was nice but I probably wouldn’t do it again, I can think of other places I would rather visit. There were twenty family members all together who joined in on the venture; siblings, grandma, grandpa, nieces and nephews. We arrived in LA three days early for the cruise in order to take in Disney Land (fifty years old and had never been there)
It worked out well, there were relatives to stay with who lived a short ten to fifteen minutes walk from the front entrance. Cool.
The Magic Kingdom was decorated “over the top” with holiday ornaments, not to mention it was washed and swept spotless at all times (I have to say Disney does everything top notch). And needless to say Disney was packed with a sea of people all looking for their chance to escape into a world of make believe.
My wife would tell you that I don’t do vacations well, it’s always been hard for me to actually enjoy myself, there’s this underlying unsettledness during the whole thing and it’s taken me a long time to figure out why. It’s about the money, not in the sense of being cheap, but for me the whole premise behind vacations collides with the foundational truth of Whom I profess to believe in and choose to follow.
Vacation is the opportunity to spend a ton of money on ME, kind of a “self reward” for enduring the strain of having to work in the daily grind of the world. Let’s call it “life dessert”. “I deserve this.”
Now don’t get me wrong, taking a little break from wear and tear isn’t bad, I just get a little troubled by the amount of money set aside for something that really doesn’t refresh and restore the soul all that much. We usually return more worn and weary in the long run.
With things like this I tend to crunch numbers and I just couldn’t help but calculate the number of people on our ship times the cost per person, (excluding the additional money spent on shore excursions, drinks, gifts, bling, gambling, photos, tips, etc), and ended up with a safe number in the neighborhood of 4.5 million dollars. Just this one ship. Let’s not forget to take into consideration the sea of people in a single day wandering around Anaheim with Mickey and Goofy ears perched on their heads, wearing forty dollar Pirates of The Caribbean tee shirts.
I kid you not, I walked through Disney thinking these exact thoughts, except while on a roller coaster crashing along at breakneck speed, (that helps to divert your attention for a moment or two). I tend to think of what “could be” if money dedicated to such temporal indulgences were spent on some of the need I’ve been witness to in the world, even though I too am waiting in line to jump aboard “Thunder Mountain” for the third time. (night time’s the best)
There’s also the “Christian” cruises, or the countless number of pilgrimages to the holy land every day of the year by masses of the faithful. In some respects it’s much like Disneyland, floating in the Dead Sea vs Splash Mountain. Mt. Sinai vs Space Mountain. Really, after having been to Israel is a person really moved all that much closer to a more fruitful relationship with God, or do they merely end up with some really neat vacation stories to share with their friends and families?
Now I have to say, Mexico is beautiful; clear blue water, warm weather, sand, palm trees, jungle mountains, water falls, where the daily attire is sandals, shorts, tee shirt and sunglasses (yeah), but there’s still this nagging sense of wrongness in the midst of it all that keeps total enjoyment elusive.
In scripture there’s a widow who brings an offering “plink” to the temple right on the heels of a rich man who just dumped in his “very noticeable” offering, (each duly noted by Jesus). Considering the fact this probably wasn’t the first time the rich man had placed his contribution into the care of the religious leaders, it’s interesting to note that the widow was STILL POOR. Why? the religious leaders had spent the money entrusted to their care on themselves or other things and had failed to “see” what Jesus saw. In spite of the available resources at their disposal the religious leaders had not met the needs of this woman per God’s desire. I guess this is what bothers me. I have a hard time justifying “life dessert for me” when doing so requires me to pass right by so many people in rural villages who are desperate just for the basics of life.
I saw this yet again riding on the tail end of a very stiff four wheel drive truck bouncing my way up windy mountain roads to enjoy a “jungle adventure”.
I’m not saying we shouldn’t enjoy certain things or have fun, I just have a hard time justifying it. There’s a real tension in it all for me.
I may never settle the issue in my life time, who knows. In the mean time I have some really cool pictures and stories to share for anybody who’s willing to spend the time! (I’ll try to sound enthusiastic).