Viewpoint with Rev. Don Miller
How much money do we need to be happy?
Enough to pay your bills? Enough to get the kids through school?
Enough to drive a safe car, go out for a nice meal, or save a little for retirement?
Just how much cash do you think you need to be happy?
A well-meaning tourist from out west once made the off-handed comment to me that there were two startling things that she noticed about the Maritimes. First, she was startled by how depressed we were. Iâm assuming that she meant economically.
I guess our houses were not as big as hers. Maybe our town had a few less businesses. Perhaps our tax base was not as broad, or maybe we didnât plant as many flowers in the spring as she did.
She then went on to say the second thing that startled her was just how amazingly friendly she found everyone. âEven strangers on the street would smile and stop to say helloâ.
I asked her if she thought that perhaps the two were related.
I remember the first time I travelled to Cuba I knew that the people there were poor. So because they were poor, I half expected to encounter people who were sad or angry. I found just the opposite to be true. People were full of joy and happier with nothing than most of the people I knew who have everything.
In Philippians 4:19 we are told that God will supply all our needs. Maybe not our every want and desire, but certainly all that we need.
Iâm sure we have all had day-dreams of what it would be like to win the lottery. Everyone usually tells of lists and lists of the people and organizations that they would help if only they won. But we know the reality is that poorer folk are more likely to give than richer ones. Itâs as if a large amount of money makes people feel threatened. The more they have, the more they want. A vicious cycle begins.
So maybe someoneâs worth is not to be found in the number of bills in their bank account. Maybe someoneâs wealth is to be found in their relationships. Maybe success should not be measured in the acreage of our property, but the number of smiles that greet us on our street.
As far as Amherst goes...it too supplies me with all I need.