When we were young – perhaps our early thirties – we had an excess of money and were picking up steam to make considerably more. Our trajectory was secure. We owned all the pretty things, had a solid retirement account, the kids\u2019 college tuition neatly tucked away, and, should we have died, our offspring would have inherited a rather bulky birthright.<\/p>\n

Isn\u2019t that the dream? The holy grail for most Americans?<\/p>\n

We thought so, anyway. We truly believed we were living the dream.<\/strong>
\nBut then, one day we heard a sermon and it all came crashing down. It wasn\u2019t like this was the ONLY thing that changed EVERYTHING for us, but it was certainly a catalyst. I don\u2019t remember the sermon\u2019s title or all the contents, but at one point our pastor asked a question that Paul and I had never been asked before:<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat might we have been blessed for<\/em>?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

I initially felt outrage:\u00a0What do you mean, pastor? Blessings tell us<\/em> of God’s goodness and love toward us and they teach us thankfulness – that’s what they’re for! We’ve worked hard for this wealth and you’re not gonna make us feel guilty for being overly blessed! Every wealthy Christian knows money isn’t the root of all evil, but the LOVE of it! We don’t love it, pastor!<\/em><\/p>\n

Christians, in general, like to talk about gratitude and its pivotal role in our faith walk. We like to say true joy is found when we learn to identify all the #blessings God has given us and then truly be thankful for them. We name it \u201ccontentment\u201d and proceed to enjoy 80 or 90 years of thanking God for being so \u201cloving\u201d toward us.<\/p>\n

But is all that just a smokescreen? Is the posture of thankfulness purely a panacea \u2013 a way to placate our fears? Are we maybe just afraid to take those blessings one click further\u2026. to dig deep and take just one brave step beyond thankfulness? It’d be a brave step because we just might arrive at the scary question, \u201cBut what have we been given all these blessings FOR????\u201d<\/p>\n

When Paul and I started asking God that question and earnestly prayed, \u201cLord, what do you want us to do<\/em> with this wealth? How now should we live?\u201d the answer wasn\u2019t exactly what young wealthy people want to hear, but we had no doubt we had heard from the Creator of the Universe. He simply told us: \u201cHold it loosely.\u201d God didn\u2019t tell us “Give it all away”, but simply to let go of our death grip on it.<\/p>\n

Before you think we\u2019re some wackadoos who think even the shape of our shower suds is a message from God, it\u2019s not like that. His words to us were not written or spoken, it was just something we both knew \u2013 felt in our souls \u2013 after a devoted season of specifically asking God how we were to live in the midst of abundance.
\nHang with me \u2013 this blog is not about me and my husband. Please don\u2019t even glance our way. I only share our story because we HAVE learned that as soon as we \u201cheld our wealth loosely\u201d, we were able to let it go. When we prayed for wealth accumulation to no longer be the summation of our lives, we were supernaturally given the courage to release it. We soon discovered we had an answer for that seemingly scary question:
\nWhat have we been blessed for<\/em>? Well, for the sake of OTHERS, that\u2019s what for.<\/em><\/strong>
\nIt\u2019s as simple as that.<\/p>\n

For us, that revelation led us to flip our spending lives upside down in an attempt to put others before ourselves. We have a long way to go, but suffice to say the opening paragraph of this blog is no longer true.<\/p>\n

My point, however, is not about personal wealth but how might the same scary question regarding blessings be applied to the wealth of a nation?
\nWhen I read Suzanne Collins\u2019 book ‘The Hunger Games’, I was blown away at the resemblance of America to the “Capital” – the district from her dystopian novel which consumes and hoards all the wealth at the expense of all the other subservient districts. The Capital flaunts and celebrates and justifies their wealth with exaggerated exuberance. They make no concessions that they are the biggest, the best, the richest and most, well, #blessed in all the fair land. They do not mind that others are dying around them, as long as they are able to continue to live their opulent and indulgent lifestyle.<\/p>\n

I was convicted to the point of tears when those books and the subsequent movie came out. I am convinced Collins intended the Capital to mirror America and, to be honest, I’m still extremely uncomfortable with the ongoing conviction. I don\u2019t think any of us really want<\/em> to acknowledge how much we have, especially in relation to those who have not. That would be painful and we don\u2019t like pain. It\u2019s better to not think about it \u2013 stay busy and preoccupied – we conclude. I know that’s how I keep the pain at bay, anyway.<\/p>\n

But I think, if nothing else, ‘The Hunger Games’ should encourage those of us who can identify with the Capital (developed countries) to at least be contemplating:
\n\u201cFor what have we been blessed FOR?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

This fall, my husband and I drove across America to bring a car to our daughter in Los Angeles. Something like 2,100 miles. Sometimes we drove nearly 3 or 4 hours without seeing a single building, city, or person. We drove through countless stretches of fields, forests, and mountains – over rivers and around lakes – and couldn’t get over the expansiveness of this country. We are a land and people so rich in resources: fields, food, forests, water, beauty, unoccupied space, strong military, hard-working people, medicine, health and healthcare, research, energy, strength, education, innovation, creativity, and – most importantly – we are predominantly influenced by a faith that teaches selflessness and generosity. We, as a country, have far more resources, I believe, than we could ever expend entirely on ourselves.<\/p>\n

If you\u2019ve ever traveled to the third world, you know what I\u2019m getting at. You understand the comparison without me pointing it out. If you\u2019ve been to those places, you\u2019ve seen the other “districts”. You know the atrocity of our wealthy and wasteful ways as those just outside our borders would be thrilled to simply eat from our dog\u2019s dish.<\/p>\n

America, WE are like a wealthy relative \u2013 perhaps a ridiculously rich, young uncle \u2013 who observes his poorer relatives starving, dying of preventable diseases, suffering from lack of clean water, fleeing homes to escape violence or gangs or a dictator who would rather behead a dissenter than being seen as weak, and yet, he mostly looks the other way. We are, indeed, THAT<\/strong> relative (who’s been specifically instructed by his Father to take care of his oppressed and suffering family members) – who finds out a cousin sent their 11 year-old daughter into the sex trade in Mumbai out of desperation to feed his starving family, who knows of a sister in Pakistan enslaved to a lifetime of hard labor for simply borrowing money for her daughter’s medical expenses, who discovers a Honduran niece was forced to flee the country after the small pillow factory she owns was targeted by gangs threatening to kill her if she didn’t pay an impossibly high bribe.<\/p>\n

But the wealthy young uncle decides that instead of helping those relatives, he will build a wall around his abundance and choose the culturally acceptable posture of thankfulness. The rich uncle sits in his air-conditioned vacation home sipping fine wine and declares, \u201cI\u2019m so unbelievably blessed. I feel so very safe and comfortable. With all the walls around me, I have no worries, no fears, no suffering. And I\u2019m so glad that I recognize just how thankful I am because that makes the enjoyment of all my blessings okay. Thank-you God for all these #blessings.\u201d<\/p>\n

America, there is NO doubt – WE ARE that wealthy young uncle. We can say all we want that it\u2019s not our responsibility to care for the poor and hurting in this world and that they’re really not “our family” or “our problem”, but then we\u2019d simply be skipping right over the question:<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat might we have been blessed for<\/em>?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lord, help us all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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