Greedier Than I Think
Then he said to them, “Watch out! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed; a man’s life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions.”
--Luke 12:15
Greed. Such a nasty idea. Just the word alone conjures up negative connotations in our minds—thoughts of Ebenezer Scrooge combined with Donald Trump come to mind for me (which is really kind of funny, since my natural reaction when I think of Ebenezer Scrooge is to think of the Disney animated version…that combo gives me Donald Trump in animated duck form…)
Back to the thought at hand—I generally wouldn’t consider myself a greedy person. (Nor would most people, I’m guessing.) In fact, I like to consider myself fairly generous. Yet as I consider things lately, I have been wondering if I am perhaps quite a bit more greedy than I would like to admit, or perhaps quite a bit more greedy than I even consciously realize. So, I’m going to hit on this idea for a couple more days, attempting to dig a little deeper into my own heart each time, and see what comes of it.
We’ll start with what lies at face value. Here we have a guy coming to Jesus and telling him to tell his brother to divide the inheritance with him. Now as was recently pointed out to me, this would not have been the job of Jesus or any other religious teacher of the day. There was a specific class of legal experts that dealt with the division of inheritances (which would have been primarily land)—rabbis like Jesus did not deal with it. So already there is something fishy at work—the guy comes to Jesus basically asking him to endorse his plan. Jesus recognizes it immediately, and tells everyone within earshot to watch out for all kinds of greed—that your life isn’t encapsulated by the stuff you possess.
Now back to me—I readily agree with this. If you asked me if my life was summed up by the stuff I have, my likely answer would be “Man, I hope not.” Yet at the same time, I have to be honest with myself—how tightly do I hold to the little that I do have? (Which is quite a lot, if I look at my pile on a global scale.) How frustrated do I get about bills, or about a dinner tab that doesn’t quite get split right?
More deeply, how much do I act like my life depends on holding on to that stuff?
Maybe I’m greedier than I think.