One of the classic verses a good hunk of the Peanut Gallery can probably quote is from Romans 12:2 "Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind." However, there are times where we conform to the world's standards.
One example that comes to mind comes from driving. We're legally supposed to follow the speed limits, but traffic flows generally at five miles over the limit, at least. On most urban expressways with a 55MPH speed limit, you're a traffic hazard if you're going 55 (have fun trying to go back, Senator Warner); likewise, the poor sole going the 45 speed limit on Man O' War (our southern main drag in Lexington) will be passed with extreme prejudice.
So, the norm is to click things in at five miles over the speed limit. The local gendarmes will ignore you and you fit in just fine. Even though it's technically illegal, it's the norm. The legalist screams that you're breaking the law, but the realist hollers back that the cop car just buzzed past you on New Circle going 63 or so as you went 60 in the 55 zone; if you were in the wrong, you'd see his bubble-gum-machine go off behind you.
There are times where a middle-class lifestyle seems the materialism version of five-over-the-speed limit morally. We can get buy with less that what we spend, but we start to hear the cries of "legalism" in our heads if we start to scale back to a poorer-person's level of spending. We could live nicely without cable TV, but would be out of the loop if we did, even if we would free up about $500/year or so for some other good work.
I often struggle to figure out what creature comforts and nice things are things that God wants me to have; they may not be the minimalist life of a monk or a commune-dweller, but they are valid adjustments to being a part of American culture and being able to witness to fellow Americans. They may be mild luxuries on a worldly scale, but they are the moral equivalent of the five-over rule on the highway.
It's not easy figuring out what's valid and what's decadent. Or, as we ponder Independence Day and it's patriotism, of what's honest love of our freedom and democracy and what's a unhealthy love of our country at the expense of the rest of the world.
I'm blessed that I can gripe about $4 gas and not having to worry about paying for it, or the car it's going into; most people couldn't afford either. I'm blessed to gripe about a less-than-lightning-quick broadband provided by the apartment complex's captive cable company; most people don't have that. I'm blessed to be in a church were some people grumble about the pastor who got ousted a year before I got there; in many places, they wouldn't either have a church or even be allowed to go to one if one existed.
It's those blessings of freedom and economic security (even in a someone insecure economy, the big picture needs are taken care of) that we can dwell upon today. We're blessed to have those "five-over" debates over what becomes decadent and what's just enjoying the blessings that God has given us.

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