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A Day of Stalking?

So I ran across this article in my hometown paper about being chased by the paparazzi. I have to say that most of the time I hear about the paparazzi, it’s a negative connotation. It’s almost like they are the reporters who failed journalism. Instead of going after news, they find golden nuggets about Brad Pitt’s dog or the Pope’s newest fashion. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard a celebrity talk about how awesome it is to be followed around. Yet somehow there are companies such as Celeb 4 a Day that will chase you around for a day. That’s right, for the low, low price of $729.99, you can be bothered by people with cameras as they chase you around. Yeah, this is what I want to do. My trip to the grocery store with 3 hyper-active children wasn’t exciting enough. I want more distractions. I need for misbehavior to be caught on film.

Seriously? Who is paying for this? Are we so insecure with our insignificance that we need the rush of being followed and wanted?

I guess I shouldn’t find this all so surprising. After all, how many of us name drop and talk about that one time we were within 50 feet of the car that was on its way to pick up Mel Gibson? For me, it was 5 feet and they were college basketball stars who had just won a National Championship. I’d say who they were, but that would defeat the point I’m trying to make here. (Ok, if you really want to know…nevermind.)

What is that makes us desire to be desired? If I tell you that God loves you, we smile and say that’s nice. But if I told you Halle Berry loved you, now you feel important? There’s something backwards about this thinking in us. We have our values all out of whack.

For us Christians, we say we love God and that His love is all we need. But we don’t really mean it. I suppose we want it to be true. But it’s not true. The fact is that we don’t really understand God’s love for us and what it means. We can’t. If we did, we wouldn’t seek to fill our lives with the stuff that can only be filled with God.

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