We sometimes come to God, not because we love Him best, 
    but because we love our possessions best; we ask Christ to 
    "save Western civilization," without asking ourselves whether 
    it is entirely a civilization that Christ could want to save. 
    We pray, too often, not to do Gods will, but to enlist Gods 
    assistance in maintaining our "continually increasing 
    consumption." And yet, though Christ promised that God would 
    feed us, he never promised that God would stuff us to 
    bursting.
            ... Joy Davidman (1915-1960), Smoke on the Mountain [1955]