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 1st 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
