Wealth

Tonight my heart is feeling the weight of the pain and the hardships that is shared by too many people. I feel so heavy and yet i know my mind only comprehends and recognizes a sliver of what i have n-e-v-e-r been exposed to. Of what I have been protected from…but what about those with no protection? I find myself waging an internal battle between thoughts of anger and being too quick to assume and pronounce that those who struggle are less fortunate than I, and between thoughts of realization that just because I have a roof over my head, and a car, and too many clothes, and such an easy life that my biggest physical struggle is keeping my room tidy, does n-o-t mean I am more fortunate. They say “some people are so poor that all they have is money.” What if there are people struggling with battles I literally cannot imagine? What if those same people have the faith that can and does move mountains? They might not have cars and heat on cold nights and scarves upon scarves to choose from on a cold day, but what’s the eternal measurement of wealth? Scarves or life-depending, completely surrendered faith? What’s the true definition of fortune? What’s the greater value? An easy life or the faith that Jesus will r-e-c-o-g-n-i-z-e upon our deaths? What would I rather have? The satisfaction of keeping up with the material world or the knowledge and protection of Jesus? What if the “safety” and “protection” I’ve been given isn’t actually protection or safety at all? What if I have become so comfortable and content in my safety-net of materialism and acceptance that I have avoided looking into the eyes of the needy and the broken and the desperate and the meek? That I have brushed off to someone else what Jesus Himself doesn’t call just “someone else” to do? That I have chosen comfort over faith? What brings Jesus the most glory?