When I discover that an item I am wishing to buy was made in a far reaching place (usually China), I start to imagine small, shaking, overworked hands sewing, nailing or glueing this item together...its usually enough for me to put the item down, walk away, and get fired up over the injustice of the global market. But, sometimes, the urge to be 'fashionable', 'trendy' or simply to pay the lesser price crosses my mind. How can I even put such things above the safety, health and dignity of God's people, my foreign sweatshop working neighbours?
Most days, I dispise how I have been shaped by this ugly and selfish society.
Most days, I struggle to put that item back on the shelf.
I can do all things through Him who strengthens me. And then, together we put it down.
And walk away.