As a millenial within the church, I get grouped into a category that, at large, is being marked by a movement forsaking material wealth and modern amenities, forming communities of like-minded, environmentally conscious, bike riders, home gardeners, artists, musicians, writers, and activists. It’s a culture in pursuit of authenticity within a fabricated world, boldly bannering a “back to the basics” mantra of minimalism. Embedded in this movement is a re-appreciation for simplicity and a move away from the commercial, “worldly materialism” that is entrenched around us.

There’s innocence to such a pursuit and a virtuous idealism that is envied and applauded. “Look at them,” people often muse, “they’re going to change the world.”

Bravo mister hipster.

But, at the risk of offending the young and restless, hip trends, forage diets and two-buck chuck; and at the risk of demeaning the noble commitment to the simple life and the campaign against wealth and materialism; we inevitably stumble across a simple question:

What are we to make of Maybachs and malbecs?