Like most people, I don’t worry about having too much of it, I worry about the lack of it.
Today someone sent me a link to a web site that calculates where you fit in the Global Rich List.
Tell it your income and it will position you in the list. This is where I am:
That’s right, right up there in the top 1%, in the top 0.43% to be precise. So for every person above me in the list there are 232 people below me. That’s 232 people less well off than I am. There may be millions of people better off than me, but there are billions of people worse off. Most of these people are not worse off than me by a small amount, most of them are worse off by a long, long way. I’m part way up a curve that goes all the way down to nothing.
Jesus had a lot to say about people who loved money.
He once met a rich young man. The rich young man had been a very good man, he’d obeyed the rules all of his life. He knew what was right and he knew what was wrong. But Jesus knew that there was more to it:
“If you want to give it all you’ve got,” Jesus replied, “go sell your possessions; give everything to the poor. All your wealth will then be in heaven. Then come follow me.”
That was the last thing the young man expected to hear. And so, crest-fallen, he walked away. He was holding on tight to a lot of things, and he couldn’t bear to let go.
What a missed opportunity.
Great wealth brings great responsibility.