It is a mammonistic world!

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I couldn't breathe! My daughters coerced me to check out the bargain we could get in the well advertised SM 3 day weekend sale. Not one to put myself in such a crowd, I conceded because my daughters' shoes and shirts are almost threadbare! But when inside the mall, I felt trapped and dizzy, so I deemed it wise to just sit at French Baker, munch a blueberry muffin, watch the shoppers, and probably peruse a book. But the noise reverberated in my auditory nerves. Although the centralized air condition was cold enough to hold the mammoth crowd, I felt ill. I was dazed by the movement, the sound, and sight of the multi-colored balloons, the varied and vivid store signs, the overwhelming number of products that bar the passageways. A woman passed by carrying two huge pillows. I wondered when was the last time I bought pillows, a decade or so ago, most probably. And a man pushed a trolley with 3 monobloc chairs in it, a good buy, I surmised. My daughters came back a good two hours later with two pairs of walking shoes and three shirts. We sipped some lemon tea, shared a walnut cookie and ate a creamy chicken a la king. Then we headed home. I was tired! The following day, a Sunday, a reading delved on how the rich would feed on the poor, something like waiting for the new moon so they could enrich themselves by utilizing the poor. And the gospel focused on an unworthy servant who used the poor workers to gain more for himself. At the end of the day, I was pondering about our weekend. Our Lord Jesus explicitly said You cannot serve both God and mammon. But the way I saw it, this weekend, many had chosen the mammon.