I’m afraid. No, make that terrified. I have trouble sleeping. The fear comes over me in the middle of the day. I’m afraid for myself. I’m afraid for my children. I’m not afraid of gangs or theft. I’m not afraid of physical harm or even ridicule. I’m terrified of complacency. When I look out of my window, I see beautiful yards, large comfortable homes, nice cars, happy people. I’m afraid that I’ll start believing that everyone lives this way. I’m afraid that my kids already believe that. The fear is so great, that I’m going to have to do something about it. Because of my fear, I think I’m going to have to move. I think I might have to live in a neighborhood where things don’t look so nice, where things don’t smell, sound or feel very nice. But, at least it would be a better representation of the reality of our world. It might keep me and my children from just enjoying the things we have and forgetting to do something about all the people who don’t have the same opportunites. It might free me from this fear.
I understand, batgirl. I remember [bible]Proverbs 30.7-9[/bible], and I don’t want to fall into that trap. Some people refer to money as a good thing, i.e. “God has really blessed me”. I’m wondering just what kind of a blessing that really is.
I never really thought about it much before now. But I guess in some ways it can be both a blessing and a curse to have money. Maybe the poor have more blessings than the rich like it says in [bible]James 2:5[/bible].