God has use of the poor; He also has use of the rich. He
attempts to lift the former as He tries to woo the latter. In God’s economy
both have space; the poor one is down and so must be lifted up while the rich
one is often satisfied and in need of little hence must be wooed. For God
desires the heart of both.
Psalms
49 mainly dwells on the rich. Its final verse summarises the lessons we can
draw from it. This treasure-trove of scripture proffers a life-skill that many
a modern man, with his exaggerated capitalist mind-set can scarce understand.
It says;
People who have wealth but lack understanding
are like the beasts that perish. Vs 20
are like the beasts that perish. Vs 20
Like
the fellow who listens to a good sermon and all the while wishes that his
neighbour could be there to be rebuked by the preacher’s word so am I tempted
to say, ‘ I wish our politicians could read this’.
What
does the verse mean and where does it lead us? What does it mean to have wealth
but lack understanding? For answers let us look at the rest of the chapter in
stages. Lets start with verses 5-6
Why should I be afraid
in times of trouble,
when I am surrounded
by vicious enemies?
6 They trust in their riches
and brag about
all of their wealth.. vs5-6 (CEV)
in times of trouble,
when I am surrounded
by vicious enemies?
6 They trust in their riches
and brag about
all of their wealth.. vs5-6 (CEV)
Why
should I fear fellow men seems to be the question? Men may have power over us
or gain unrestricted access into our affairs simply because they are wealthy
but why should I fear if I honestly believe that the God I serve is much
more powerful?
I
recall one time in my career when a tension-filled restructuring process was
going on and in the course of daily work, I declined a
request from a particularly abrasive senior manager. The following day he
summoned me to his office and demanded to know why I was not following
‘orders’. I was ticked off but what could I do? Don’t some say that to be
employed is to be a slave? I had no voice here. I stood there and made some
meek noises as this towering giant of a man lectured me for what seemed an
eternity. As he wound up, he delivered the final blow;
‘You
should know that I hold your future in my hands!’ he roared.
I
stared at him blankly and slinkered away. I had no words. After all it was
indeed true that the sword of Damocles had been hanging over our department for
some time. I went to the restroom and prayed quietly. I figured that God would
hear me.
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