I’ve always been unimpressed by money. I know I need it to survive, but I care little for most of the things people spend money on. The idea of accumulating it for its own sake has always left me cold. But I finally have a motivation for making money, so it suddenly matters to me. It’s an odd feeling to care.
A year ago at this time, I knew I was embarking on a year that would bring serious change, even though I didn’t know exactly what the change would be. I had an experience in the week between Christmas and New Year’s Day last year that changed my perspective on where I was going with my life. It forced me to start moving away from politics. It also led to the creation of this site.
This week, something else has added a new layer to the changes I’ve been going through. Suddenly, I have an urgent need to pursue material success. It’s not for the luxuries of life that it can provide — because I still don’t care much for those — but it’s because of what it has the hope of leading to in another way. (No, I’m not going to be more specific about this one.) With this two-year oddity of post-Christmas timing, I’m now eager to see what God might have up His anthropomorphized sleeve for the same week next year.
Although I don’t want to talk about the specifics of what led to this, I do want to talk about the thoughts it’s sparked about money. We live in a society that worships money. On the surface, that’s a criticism, but I think it’s really a double-edged sword.

It’s wrong to silence anybody, even a nutcase like Alex Jones
‘Cash for clunkers’ was an even bigger clunker than we first realized
Can we find way to separate love of home from worship of state?
Another firm ‘going Galt’ as hedge broker blasts financial corruption
Authentic identity gets lost when everything becomes performance
Are we destined to become our parents? Or can we be different?
Heart that truly loves is a servant for another’s happiness and peace
We know our world must change, but we keep saying, ‘yes, but…’
A year later, late-night phone call and suicide threat still echo in me