The other day, as I read yet another report about how much wealth Americans have lost, and as I opened my statement from a retirement mutual fund (sigh), I thought, I wish I had just given my money away to the poor.
Of course, if stocks had kept soaring, I might not have ever had that thought.
But it did give me pause.
Now, I haven't had lots of financial wealth. I'm a teacher, after all. One of the joys of not earning scads of money is that one doesn't lose scads of money. And I'm lucky, in that I've almost always earned enough to pay for my needs as well as a small luxury here and there.
And I've always tried to share what I have. I wish I could tithe the same amount as I save, but I save a bit more than I tithe. It's that scarcity consciousness rearing its ugly head. I'd like to operate out of a spirit of abundance, but I can't always manage that.
I wonder what would happen if I could have more faith that God would provide, if I took those passages seriously.
feeling the feelings…
3 months ago