Charitable Mansion
As a boy, growing up in the church, I was constantly reminded about the need of others less fortunate than I. I was reminded to give, because my rewards were not on earth but heavenly. This is not necessarily a bad thing. As I grew older, and less dependent on others thinking for me, I looked around the world at organized religions and charities and became aware of the vast riches these organizations were accumulating here on earth. Even at the age of twelve, living in Wisconsin, this seemed, to me, incongruous with what I had been taught. But at the age of twelve, I was more interested in riding dirt bikes or sledding the fire trails of northern Wisconsin to allow this conundrum to really bother me.
Now don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with accumulating wealth. I love having a pocket full of cash I’ve earned. Buying what I want, when I want, or stashing it away to spend in times when I don’t feel like working. But today, I find the incongruency of churches’ and charities’ accumulating wealth, mansions and other bric-a-brac even more troubling than when I was twelve.
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