From What the Rich Man Shuns, to Rich Mansions.
It will be easier for a camel to get through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to reach the kingdom of heaven, only charity will allow them passage.
From What The Rich Man Shuns
Seldom do people discern eloquence under a threadbare cloak, and yet they cherish the tattered rags they wear over the alternative, which is to be naked to the bitter, biting cold that many others face. Castles can be a cardboard refrigerator box to a homeless man, fine dining experiences, a dumpster behind an all-you-can-eat buffet, a holy soul can be found praising God for the holy soles of his shoes, add a bit of newspaper stuffing, some ratty socks and their feet are in heaven. I lived in my car once when the brakes went bad, and I had no job, three months in the back seat, mooching off of family and friends, I thought I was truly at my lowest point in life, till I saw a man sleeping, on a steam grate in the inner city on my way to collect unemployment.
Suddenly my car became the Waldorf Astoria compared to his humble abode. I slept much better that night on cold blue vinyl, in a fetal position. There are worse things then being poor, when all your pride is stripped, to the point where you have no possessions, and no hope of gaining more.
When your babies bloated belly mocks the emptiness inside their flesh, and echoes the vacancies in your provisions and your weary soul, as their faint cries haunt you in the wee hours you spend sleepless, till they wind down to a gasp or two and then fall silent forevermore, in some third world country where infant graves are as common as dust. Hungry faces passing daily gaze in sorrow through
the brightly lit windows
of some five-star restaurants
where the well-to-do
suckle shrimp and wine,
shoving plates half full away,
to be scraped into trash bins
in wasteful globs,
while maitre d's push
beggars from the panes,
on pipe stem legs lest they disturb,
diners burping up more calories
then the poor consume in weeks. God must sit in abject horror watching those he blessed with wealth. passing by so many needy, apathetic to the cause.
He created men with free will, allowing each to make a choice, between charity or greedy, sadly many choose the latter, letting tiny children suffer, for a Lexus or a yacht. But the mansions that come later, after life has reached its end, will be given to the humble, those who once knew only shacks, and their neighbors will be all of us who've donated hard earned cash, with the homeless and the hungry.
What a vast estate we'll share, but for those who chose possessions here on earth over goodwill, makes one wonder
what God has waiting for them when they reach paradise.
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III