MONEY, love of
One day a certain old, rich man of a miserable disposition visited a rabbi, who took the rich man by the hand and led him to
a window. "Look out there," he said. The rich man looked into the street. "What do you see?" asked the rabbi. "I see men,
women, and children," answered the rich man. Again the rabbi took him by the hand and this time led him to a mirror. "Now
what do you see?" "Now I see myself," the rich man replied.
Then the rabbi said, "Behold, in the window there is glass, and in the mirror there is glass. But the glass of the mirror is
covered with a little silver, and no sooner is the silver added than you cease to see others, but you see only yourself."
A young man came out of the Ozark Mountains in his early manhood with the firm purpose of making a fortune in gold. Gold
became his god, and putting it first, he won it. He came to be worth millions. Then the crash came, and he was reduced to utter
poverty. His reason tottered and fell along with his fortune.
One day a policeman found Eads Bridge gazing down into the waters of the Mississippi. He ordered him to move on. "Let me alone,"
he answered, "I'm trying to think. There is something better than gold, but I have forgotten what it is." They placed him in
an institution for the insane. They knew that a man who could forget that was not himself.
Many people think money is security, but I Timothy 6:9 warns that it can be just the opposite. A few years ago, columnist Jim
Bishop reported what happened to people who won the state lottery: Rosa Grayson of Washington won $400 a week for life.
She hides in her apartment. For the first time in her life, she has "nerves." Everyone tries to put the touch on her. "People
are so mean, " she said. "I hope you win the lottery and see what happens to you."
When the McGugarts of New York won the Irish Sweepstakes, they were happy. Pop was a steamfitter. Johnny,
twenty-six, loaded crates on docks. Tim was going to night school. Pop split the million with his sons. They all said the
money wouldn't change their plans. A year later, the million wasn't gone; it was
bent. The boys weren't speaking to Pop, or each other. Johnny was chasing expensive race horses; Tim was
catching up with expensive girls. Mom accused Pop of hiding his poke from her. Within two years, all of them were in court for
nonpayment of income taxes. "It's the Devil's own money," Mom said. Both boys were studying hard to become alcoholics. All
these people hoped and prayed for sudden wealth. All had their prayers answered. All were wrecked on a dollar sign.