Money

I believe I work harder now

Than I have ever worked before

Particular in the area of the mind:

In that area I’m working more.

I know I spend more time sitting

So thoughts run through my mind

And I feel an urge to express them

Almost each and every time.

Like today I was just pondering

About this thing we call money

Who or what is its source?

I know that sounds kind of funny.

You hear about six-figure salaries

About millionaires and billionaires

And what strikes this runaway mind of mine

Is that all of this just isn’t fair.

Why do some have so little?

Why do some have more than enough?

Why do some have none at all?

Why do these have life so rough?

How could some own banks

As though they are a government

Or huge financial corporations

And still never seem content?

From where do they get the idea

That as long as someone else has money

They feel they must get that too?

Certainly that must be a form of gluttony

As a matter of fact it seems to me

That some control the money source

And block it wherever and whenever

So that another’s hands are forced.

I once heard from a friend of mine

An outstanding accountant is he

That money at no time leaves the system

Even when some go on a spending spree.

It changes hands and location,

Usually it goes from the poor to the rich

Who allow a little bit to trickle back;

Perhaps this is their little trick.

It works for them; it really does

That’s why the poor will always be poor,

They spend their money with the rich

And the rich just get more and more.

Not only does this occur with people

But it happens to countries too,

Hundreds of poor countries around the world

Are forced to spend with the rich few.

Money appears to me like water

That flows from the top of the hill,

The ones who control it are at the top

They always have more than their fill.

They impede the flow as they see fit

And open the dam to allow a trickle

Knowing quite well it will return to them

For the recipients must spend the little.

Meanwhile they have more than enough

That they can hoard and accumulate,

Not for a rainy day as in the poor man’s case

But to increase the demand for their sake.

Whenever we think of money

A number of images come to mind:

For the poor and poverty stricken

It is paper or cash by which it is defined.

For the moderately rich it’s a bank account

Somewhere in the thousands vicinity

But for the filthy rich and that’s a range

They have both worth and liquidity.

Some are millionaires of the multi-type

And these have accumulated their millions

But a few are richer than third world countries

With estates worth tens of billions.

But where is God in all of this?

Why does He allow such to occur?

Sometimes in running the affairs of the church

There are projects that have to be deferred.

Not because they are unnecessary

But because there is not enough money

And God owns the cattle on a thousand hills,

I am sure you find this rather funny.

But Jesus once told a Roman Governor

“My kingdom is not of this world.”

Find John chapter 18 and verse 6

And you will find it there in God’s Word.

“Here we have no continuing city,”

Hebrews 13:14 states “But we seek one to come.”

There will be wealth far exceeding billions

When Jesus ushers in his coming kingdom.

Therein there will not be a “have-not”

And no one will dam the flow,

There will be more than enough for every one

And God, who cannot lie, says it’s so.

Regarding many of the world’s richest

They already have their reward,

They have toiled for this world’s mammon

And their soul’s salvation abhorred.

“For the love of money is the root of all evil.”

According to verse 10 of 1^st Timothy chapter 6,

From this it should be clear in everyone’s mind

That when money rules we are in a fix.

Do not lay up for yourselves earthly treasures

Where thieves will break in and steal

But lay up for yourselves, treasures in heaven

The result of which Matthew 6:20 reveals.

This world’s wealth will wane and decay,

A little money will help in this life

But an obsession with it will destroy its quality

And will bring mostly bitterness and strife.

Money will probably help just up to the grave

And encourage an elaborate turnout

But it won’t buy a fan to quell hell’s flames

Or a lozenge for sore throat when you shout.

Stewart Russell © November 2017