Vending machine

Sometimes it happens so smoothly, you don't notice it at first.  Somebody you vaguely know suddenly becomes interested in you.  Intensely interested.  It's kind of flattering, until you figure out why. 

They don't care about you.  They want something.  And you're the way to get it.  Like you're some kind of vending machine. 

Kind of like Sunday's first reading (Wisdom).  Which is all about seeking God.  For all the right reasons. 

The "why" matters. 

More on this tomorrow.  Readings for Sunday