Like most Minnesotans, I recently took one of my precious, fleeting, God-given days on this earth and used it to drive a ridiculous distance to a store about the size of the world-feeding potato field it replaced. Once inside, I enjoyed comparing various file cabinets that had been made in China with glue, dust, staples, and plastic veneer in a way meant to recall the glories of the British Empire, or the hand-labor apex of pre-War America. I stood there and considered how much of my daily labor would be translated into purchases that would start as a compromise and turn swiftly to disintegrating rubbish. It was such a depressing moment, it and spoke so eloquently of a culture at the tail end of all natural resources where a shell game of easy credit fuels a global circle-jerk of lack of accountability, that I concluded that God, personally and with amazing specificity, hath directly commanded unto me to leave my... More >>>