grace obligated...?

I recently started reading a novel by Philip Caputo entitled, Acts of Faith. The story is based on the atrocities taking place in Sudan, as seen through the eyes of a mercenary "with a conscience" who leads an organization that flies in humanitarian relief to starving Sudanese. The book opens with Fitzhugh (the mercenary pilot) being interviewed by an American journalist, and he says, "...there is no difference between God and the Devil in Africa." He then proceeds to color this statement with the story of a priest who tenaciously sought to heal the political and spiritual corruption in Kenya only to find himself defeated by a malevolent politician; his apparent suicide on the side of an isolated road finding the Kenyan people at yet another loss for the elusive and foreign concept known as 'peace.'
Fitzhugh's line gave me fuel for pondering: Is there a sense of confusion between God and the Devil in America? How often do we confuse products of loving the world [e.g., cravings of sinful man, the lusting of his eyes and the boasting of what he has and does (see, 1Jn. 2:16)] with products of loving the Triune God [selflessness, submission, and unity among diversity (see, Phil. 2:1-18)]? Another way to put it may be that grace in the American mindset has become synonymous with obligation; 'As an American, I am obligated to own property. As an American, I am obligated to free education. As an American, I am obligated to supersize...anything. As an American, I am obligated to peace.' It is so easy to mistake such things as the results of following God rather than vices under the control of the Devil. It is so easy to believe that grace is obligated to us rather than given to us by God, at a cost, with the intention of our response, at a cost: faith.
As a litmus test for myself, I sometimes put myself in the shoes of someone like Fitzhugh, someone living in a place where peace is nothing more than a word, an elusive quest, a thirsting in a dry land. When I'm in such a place, I ask myself, as a Christ follower, "Who or what would I be loving in such a place?" Is it easy to confuse the Devil with God in America? Maybe easier than we thought.