Don’t Let Money Come Between You and God

Don’t let money come between you and God. 

That’s the thought that struck me this morning as I was working. I wrote that sentence down so that I could expand on it later. 

The idea was that you shouldn’t look to God as your source of money and then blame Him when you don’t have enough of it (or feel like you have enough). 

He tells us that He’s our source, that everything comes through Him. He’s our provider for all our sustenance and needs:

So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’  For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.

Matt. 6:31-33

However, if we truly believe that, AND we feel like there’s a lack in our lives, we can get to the point where we blame God for our money problems. That if we’re relying on Him and He doesn’t come through, then He’s the problem. 

Matthew 6:24 tells us that you can’t serve both God and money. You’ll end up loving the one and hating the other. Take your pick, but you can’t have it both ways, we’re told. 

I believe it’s far too easy to get to the point where we blame God for our situation in life. I know that I’ve personally done that many, many times—too many to even count. 

I’ve felt like God “owed” me because I was seeking Him. That since I was a “good” Christian, I deserved to live a better lifestyle. 

After all, I can look around and see other people with bigger houses, newer cars, more exotic vacations. Some of these people are followers of Christ, and some of them aren’t. 

Since I am a believer in Christ, I should at least have as lavish a lifestyle as someone who couldn’t care less about God, right? Am I not entitled to be a little disgruntled if I struggle with finances and the guy who owns a strip club is raking in the dough?

That’s silly thinking I know. But I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s ever felt that way. It does make you wonder why God allows the so-called “evil” person to prosper, when those who are “faithful” are left to wonder how they’re going to pay their bills each month.

I guess that’s the whole point. To fall into that trap of wrongful thinking, my whole attitude toward money must be misguided. I’ve placed money above my relationship with God. 

Somewhere along the way I decided that if I didn’t have the kind of money I thought I should, then God isn’t holding up His end of the deal.

And that’s just completely wrong. Without a doubt, it’s wrong. Money has become more important than God if I’m allowing it to influence how I feel about Him.

I realize this truth, but it’s hard to break out of that pattern of thinking. In fact, I’ve been trying for years, decades even, to be free from this line of wrongful thinking. 

Sometimes I feel that I’m no closer to where I should be than I was 25 years ago. It makes me wonder if I’ll ever get to the point where my alignment with money and God is correct. 

If I could finally, at last, learn the lesson about money and finances that God has been trying to teach me for so long, then perhaps He would bless me with more money. 

But isn’t it wrong to even think in those terms? If I only want to learn the lesson for the ultimate outcome of gaining more money, isn’t that really just perpetuating a vicious cycle that I’ll never break out of?

I have to get to the point where I don’t care how much money I have, a lot or a little—it doesn’t matter. I must accept, and get down into the core of my very being, that God is all I need. That He is my all in all—my provider, my savior, my father. 

I must truly believe that it matters not whether I have a little or a lot, as long as I have God (through my faith in Christ), then I have all I need in this life.

A different kind of post…


Today’s post is going to be a little different. I’m going to free write about a random word, editing very little of the final product. I decided to use the 10th word in the 10th row from today’s article on the Wikipedia homepage. It happens to be the word “crew” (unless I counted wrong).

The first thing I think of is the crew of a ship, like the Love Boat. At the beginning of the 4th grade I went through this phase where I liked to draw yachts, like the 50 or 75 foot kind. The only trouble was I really only knew how to draw one kind, and that was a 3-leveled, very simple kind of boat. I’d see other kids at school, like Mike or Bobby, drawing boats so I would draw them also. Sometimes I drew them at home. I remember sitting down at the desk I had put in my closet (yes, I know that’s weird) and started drawing a boat. For the first time I guess, I realized that this was the same exact boat as I had been drawing all along. No difference except for sometimes I added a little stick man on the bow. I didn’t know how to draw any other kind of boat, so I just gave up and decided my boat-drawing days were over. I never have drawn very well. I used to hate art class. I dreaded having to turn in anything to Mrs. C. because I was sure she’d think I was some sort of imbecile for not being able to create depth or shadows or anything and that my people always looked like they had tree branches for arms and legs and long spindly fingers if I drew any. I was smart and did well in school. Generally I got all A’s. Drawing was beyond me, however. I guess the way I felt in art class was the way a lot of kids felt every day of every school year. They probably dreaded turning in their writing assignments for fear of being branded stupid and being laughed at, either in class or worse, in the teachers’ lounge. Of course we had no empathy for those kinds of kids in class. I’m sure I laughed at a few of them over the years, wondering how anyone could be so stupid. But I was wrong; we were all wrong. Now when I look at a wonderful drawing or painting, I wonder how anyone could be so talented as to be able to create something so beautiful and alive. How could they see it in their mind before it was ever formed on the paper or canvas? I guess we should never judge others. No, I know we should never judge others. We don’t know their story, where they came from, the problems they’ve had to face, the sorrow and hurt in their hearts.

And that’s the lesson I learned from writing about the word “crew”.


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