I was thinking just now about how nice it would be to have a lot of money. It seems that with a lot of money, you can do a lot of things, fix a lot of problems, and when I think about my financial situation (poor, in college, and in debt), having a lot of money is really, really desirable. If I had a lot of money, I could pay off my credit card debt, and not worry about next month's electric bill. If I had a lot of money, I could study abroad and pay for grad school. If I had a lot of money I could go out and buy a lot of superfluous things that I don't really need, like every album Letters to Cleo ever released, and new jeans, and a good translation of Neruda. If I had a lot of money, I could fly to Europe to stand in front of the Louvre and meet a banjo playing Zeppelin fan and his Gardener girlfriend, and I could have curtains for my living room and I could afford to eat out on my lunch breaks.
I'll be starting a new job soon, and they'll be paying me more than I'm making now. I don't know how much more yet, but more, and even a little bit of an increase gets me thinking about how much easier my life will be because my checking account is a little further away from overdraw.
And my life may, in fact, get a little better when I've got more to live off of every two weeks than a few pence and some pocket lint. But will my life truly be better? Better because I can finally afford a comfy pair of matching pajamas, or a cute shirt to go out in, or new sticky note flags, or even a large pepperoni pizza for delivery?
If there's one thing working and making my own money has taught me, it's that the more I have, the more I want. It's easy to swipe my credit card when I already have a big bill to pay. It's easy to keep adding five more dollars here and ten there when I've got to go to the store anyway. If I'm buying a gift, it's so easy to throw in a little something extra for myself.
I'm so ready to make sure I am taken care of; how often am I that generous with other people?
I sponsor a Hope Child that lives in near-poverty in a village in India. He gets $30 a month from me, and sometimes, World Vision sends me a request to send a little extra to help out his village. I throw away the letter telling myself that I can't afford any extras that week. That Friday, I'll go to Roly Poly on my 30, buy a top on sale after work, and go to the bar with friends that night. In seven hours, I've spent the $30 that might have helped feed Seigin Khongsai for a whole month.
Buying things for yourself isn't bad, but people in our own country are starving, children are violated and abused, the homeless are forgotten, the lonely neglected, and the lost ignored. Should I not help those people at least as much as I help myself?
I'm in college, I work retail, and I have no great skill to speak of. I don't make much, but should I not be willing to share what I have? If I say I love people, and that I want to be compassionate towards humanity, shouldn't that be followed with some action? Some giving of myself and gifts to people who need it more than I?
Just some thoughts, but I think I might actually want that good translation of Neruda.
and much more is required from those to whom much more is given."
Luke 12:48b
"To those who use well what they have been given,
even more will be given,
and they will have an abundance.
But from those that are unfaithful,
even what little they have will be taken away."
Matthew 25:29
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