Amos 8:1-14
Yesterday I was walking along the fashionable Avenue de la Toison D'Or in Brussels. There was a hand written sign in a shop window saying that the shop would be open on Sundays 15 and 22 December. The fact that the sign was there would be strange to my American friends. it brought home to me home much effort and money we put into celebrating the festival of Christmas and how Amos preached against the commercialism of his day, 2500 years ago.
I could continue at length bemoaning the trees and lights, the electricity and fossil fuels that are spent lighting up our streets and gardens but maybe not our lives; of the gluttony; of the excesses of partying. I wonder what Amos would have to say.
It is not my intention to turn the festival into a time of mourning. I am searching for a sense of proportion and focus.
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