I read a cool line yesterday while I was going to the bathroom. I wish I could quote it perfectly, but that would include me standing up to go get the book. In essence it said that giving isn’t a luxury of the rich. It’s a privilege of the poor.
cool.
All people have the opportunity to give. The act of giving itself is a gift that many people miss out on. I like it. I want to be better at it. I want to make out with it. Can I say that?
Jesus said that it’s hard to be rich and to live a kingdom life (Renovatus is talking about what kingdom life is like, and it’s all about being like Jesus…duh). I’m glad I’m not rich. Being rich can be a blessing and a curse. So can being poor I guess. I prefer being poor. Is that weird?
Here’s the thing, though, we need rich people. If there aren’t good, generous, loving rich people then the poor, the needy, and me will go without much of what could have been. I’ve got some friends who are a good example of the kind of rich people that we need. They aren’t rich by many peoples standards but according to mine they are quite wealthy. And they are two of the most giving people I know. I’ve never asked them to give to a cause without them responding generously. They have blessed Jess and I more than I’m willing to blog about. Sometimes they just give us stuff ’cause they want to. And they rarely ever let us give them stuff. Occasionally they let us buy them lunch or something, I think it’s because they want to let us enjoy the benefit of giving too. I pray that all you poor people have friends who take care of you. You may not need money, but maybe you’ve got a friend with a generous ear whose always willing to listen when you need it. I thank my God for my generous friends. May God truly bless them.
It makes me want to bless others. I may not have as much to give but I’m learning to relish the privilege.
Hey, this is post #200. Cool.
Yes, indeed. What a wonderful feeling to know you can help someone. There's so much us poor folk can do, even without Scrooge McDuck funds (though I use to dream of having a pool of money to swim in). However, I struggle at times with giving because though I know I am doing a good thing, the fact that I feel so good about it makes me feel like perhaps it's less about what I do and more about how it makes me feel. Does that make sense?Hm
i know some poor people who where pretty generous with us recently…i love them and am so thankful for the blessing they are to us.
Ty said… The greatest gifts I've been given have been forgiveness and tough love, though Gina and Steve supporting me doesn't hurt.I would like to say, for the record, that I think that Jesus meant that it is REALLY hard for rich people to keep doing what is right. There is one particular rich guy with whom my dad has regular contact that, in my opinion is really falling into that trap of which Jesus warned, and I don't know what to do. He uses his money to buy power and control in Christian organizations. Though he was once humble and private in his giving, now it is a specticle. How do you say, "B—, I don't know you that well, but I see what you do and I think you need to take another look at the eye of that needle . . . and yes, I know that I need to take a look at this board in my eye too."
Jessica, oddly enough a spiritual discussion group that I'm a part of will be discussing that very question next week, can anyone really do anything selflessly. It's an interesting thought, maybe even a blog sooner or later.Ty, you're so exactly right. Your story explains perfectly what I meant by saying that having money can be quite a curse. It gives you a false sense of security I think.
I read a book by Derrida, _Given Time: Counterfeit Money_, where he breaks down/ deconstructs the act of giving and (this is total simplification, by the way) finds that all giving is repaid in some way. I had to agree that, in general, there is a payback for all giving, but that the greater the payback, the less the gift is a true gift. It seems to me that the only gift that gets close to being a true gift is a gift that we give to someone we don't want to give to (or someone who doesn't deserve it) without anyone knowing. I guess then, that God gives real gifts, since the whole world is a gift, and a vast majority of us don't even notice.
Here's another thought…doesn't even God often give with the expectation of recieving something back? ex: the parable of the talents.So what does that teach us about selfcentered giving?
hey– that was an episode of Friends. Phoebe was trying to find a really truly selfless good deed. She found one, but I don't remember what it was. It may have been having her brothers' kids.
Like many of you, I really struggle with all of this. And I truly mean that, I'm not saying that so I can jump into the conversation with some profound word or observation. I don't know what to do most of the time. I really like all that has been said so far…here is my two cents. My biggest struggle is probably with how I view my own situation. I can't even count how many times I've talked about being poor or stressed with Jen how we will make ends meet at the end of any given month. But here's the thing…we're not poor, we're broke, but we're not poor. I was reminded of this as I made a "poor" comment about myself when I dropped Aiden off at school a couple of weeks ago. I was standing with other families who were literally poor. People who aren't sure where (or if) they will receive their next meal. People who have no medical coverage and are left to fend for themselves when they or their children are sick. People who do not have a guarantee that they will have a place to live because they are always two to three months behind on their rent.My guess is that if these people heard me complain about being poor they would want to kick me in the nuts. It makes me want to kick myself in the nuts.I had something else to say…but I forgot it.
I hope you guys can hear this in the way that I mean it, but honestly, after YEARS of being chronically broke, once Marme and I actually started tithing to our church — no matter what — we are now able to consistently pay our bills AND be generous. It doesn't work out on paper and makes no logical sense, it's just true. I've heard other people tell the same story, but having now experienced it over a lengthy period of time, it's an incredible faith-builder.(Thanks. I've been wanting to say those words to someone for a long time. What a God!)