I’m all for prosperity. Somebody once said, “I’ve tried
living with money, and I’ve tried living without money. I like living with
money better.” I concur with that perspective, although I’ve never pursued
wealth and have never achieved it. And I’ve never been as “dead broke” as
Hillary Clinton claims to have been.
But prosperity is a peculiar thing. While it’s certainly
preferable to the alternative, there rarely seems a moment when we conclude,
“That’s good. It’s all I need.” Many people ascribe to the mantra, “Too much is
never enough.” Take the mega-million dollar athletes and entertainers, for
example. Despite having achieved riches beyond anything people in many of the
world’s societies could even dream of, we hear grumbling and complaining as if
they’re paupers, anxious to renegotiate compensation as soon as possible.
But there’s another perplexing aspect of prosperity. It’s
the tendency to forget our roots, to lose sight of what got us from where we
were to where we are now. This is also true spiritually. In times of need,
including financial distress, we cry out to God for His help and intervention.
But once the crisis has passed, and prosperity has returned, it’s easy to
forget the source of our deliverance.
This was repeatedly the case for ancient Israel. God bailed them
out time after time, only to see their gratitude and devotion wane as their
prosperity surged. In Deuteronomy 8:11-14 the Israelites were warned, “Beware that you do not forget the Lord your
God by not keeping His commandments, His judgments, and His statutes which I
command you today, lest – when you have eaten and are full, and have built
beautiful houses and dwell in them, and when your herds and your flocks
multiply, and you silver and your gold are multiplied, and all that you have is
multiplied, when your heart is lifted up, and you forget the Lord your God….”
Curiously, this almost seems like a description of the
United States today. Founded on Judeo-Christian principles and values, our
post-World War II nation experienced an unprecedented explosion of prosperity.
Home ownership, once only a faint hope for the great majority, suddenly became
reality. Cars were no longer only for the privileged, and garages were added to
houses. Consumerism and materialism began taking hold, and despite economic ups
and downs, their grip remains strong and unrelenting.
As a consequence, we as a society seem to have decided we
don’t need God. It’s become easy to deny He exists. In a twist from “I think,
therefore I am,” we don’t think of God, therefore He isn’t. Supposedly there
are no atheists in foxholes, but out of the foxhole we believe – or
disbelieve – whatever we want. And if we feel self-sufficient, why bother with
God?
Perhaps that’s one reason the apostle Paul wrote, “The love of money is a root of many kinds
of evil” (1 Timothy 6:10). It not only contributes to sins such as greed,
coveting, overindulgence, pride and hoarding, but also takes our focus from
God, whom the Bible tells us is the giver of every good thing, shifting it onto
ourselves and our stuff.
This is hardly new to human behavior. As the writer of Proverbs
30:8-9 wisely pleaded, “… Give me
neither poverty nor riches; Feed me with the food that is my portion, that I
not be full and deny You and say, ‘Who is the LORD?’ Or that I not be in want
and steal, and profane the name of my God.…”
So despite
hand-wringing over economic uncertainties, we in the United States remain
perhaps the most prosperous society in history. While the poor in some
countries live in squalor – African huts, Brazilian favelas and Hispanic barrios,
all homes consisting of scrap materials – many of our poor possess cars,
wide-screen TVs and cell phones. Poverty and prosperity are relative.
The upshot of all of this is we, like the people of ancient
Israel, have collectively decided, “Who needs God?”, replicating the pattern
the Israelites modeled: “all the
people did whatever seemed right in their own eyes” (Judges 17:6).
1 comment:
So, what's the remedy - simply don't make too much money? Keep a tight fist, grit your teeth and hunker down - close your eyes and hope for the best? Seems like we need a bit more direction in our prosperity. How do we not forget our roots?
Christmas helps - we see Jesus as a tiny baby, not a mighty king with a white horse and a legion of soldiers - only a needy child. Kind of makes the heart melt a little - just enough to remember that when we are weak, we are strong.
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