I saw an interview with a MLB player. The reporter said “You make a lot of money but have yet to give to a charity”! “Do you know my Mom is very sick? My brother can’t find a job? My sister’s husband left her penniless? I dont give them money so why would I give any to a charity?”
I’ve heard it said again and again that money is the root of all evil. That is simply not true. These well intentioned people are trying to quote from the Bible. The passage actually reads:
1 Timothy 6:10-12New International Version (NIV)
10 For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.
If you believe the Bible to be the inspired Word of God, It’s the love of money which is the root of all evil. It becomes your God, which is idolatry the same as if you built a statue and worshipped it instead of God. Those that try to make money at the expense of others fall into this category.
I was in a very bad accident years ago. The woman who hit my car was gunning it to get through the light. The problem was the light had been red for more than two seconds, according to witnesses. She t-boned my car and I had some injuries, non of which were life threatening.
When I got home, I called an attorney I knew very well. He told me to stop working immediately and go see the doctor his firm used. He also told me I had serious back pain, which was untrue. He said he could get me at least a hundred grand. I politely said no and hired the city attorney just to cover my car, doctor bills and prescriptions.
When it was time for my deposition, her insurance company offered enough to pay for everything and give me ten thousand dollars. It wasn’t $100,000, but I thought ten large was more than fair. I’ve never thought money to be very special. As a result, I never really built a nest egg, so to speak. There was one point in my l life where I had quite a bit saved, owned a house and had a brand new car.
Then I got married and let things get way out of control. Everything was gone in a matter of six months. My fault entirely. I never should have let go of the purse strings. But like always, I landed on my feet and rebuilt what I had lost. I got a new wife too, but that was a horrible disaster. No money problems, just ugliness.
In my early twenties I ran an automatic transmission shop. I was making $300 a week. One day the owner vanished. Turns out he went to Florida indefinitely and had me run his business. I made quite a few changes and the bottom line is we tripled revenue without increasing expenses. I was now making $1,000 per week, which wasn’t bad for a kid in the early ’80s. I didn’t care about the money, I loved the way we grew the business.
Here’s a simple test. If you work so hard because the money is good and rarely see your family, it’s normally either you’re a workaholic or you love money more than them. I was a workaholic. You’re missing out on so much that you can never get back. Please don’t love money.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to check between my mattress to be sure the money is still there.