Yesterday I was the poorichest I have been in my life. It felt great. There was a gap of seven days between last week’s theory on God, love, money, people, and trust and yesterday’s praxis. It was easier to write about it than it was to be about it. The return on my investment was out of this world.
A group of living stones gave me money to invest. In return, they asked me to share the story. I agreed, but telling it is risky. You see, if I tell you too much, I fear I shall lose the return on my investment in exchange for your approval. Here goes.
I received news of a young family who had been separated my a tragic event. They needed help that required time, money, and material. I used other people’s money, bought the material, and invested my time. It paid bigger dividends than I may know this side of eternity.
It was other people’s money and other people’s problems. I was only a spectator who became a participant. In retrospect, the money played only a minor role. But it moved my heart to love and my body to move.
That’s it. That’s all I can tell you without losing my reward in exchange for your endorsement. I encourage you to experience the joy firsthand. Be careful.
For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evils. It is through this craving that some have wandered away from the faith and pierced themselves with many pangs.
Yesterday did not happen the way I planned. As I calculated the cost of my investment I almost made a bad decision. I was under the weather and under qualified. I almost pierced myself with pangs instead of filling my heart with joy. My time, money, and material was not much as long as it was mine, but when I made it His … well, the return on my investment always exceeds the world’s stock market forecasts.
Tomorrow I plan to be pooricher than I am today. I can’t wait to see what He does with the time, money, and material.
Rx: 1 Peter 2:5 and 1 Timothy 6:10