Wal-Mart Religion

A nice convergence here between Andrei Codrescu:

. . .And so we went shopping! We so went shopping, in rumbling herdlike elephant masses, we killed a guy who didn’t get out of the way fast enough. It’s a tragic incident, but by no means meaningless. Shopping is a religion, and some religions demand sacrifices.

The Wal-Mart employee died for us on Black Friday, but have we stopped to think what his sacrifice means? Not at all: We’re stampeding right on through to the other side of Christmas. We aren’t just shopping: We are saving America. . . .

And Michael Horton in his recent People and Place: A Covenant Ecclesiology (as quoted here):

The nihilistic eros of the consumer society, which seems to have drawn much of American Christianity into its wake, creates a desire that can never be satisfied. Ads and shop windows offer us a perpetual stream of icons promising to fulfill our ambitions to have the life that they represent: a fully realized eschatology. Handing our credit card to the salesperson can be a sacrament of this transaction between sign and signified. Yet this anonymous space of endless consumption is the parody of the place of promise: true shalom.


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