Originally posted by kirksey957
Lord, verily I beseech thy interventions. But first I must confess my sins. Too often I have gazed mindlessly at the Money Honey, Marie Bartiroma and lost all perspective that I should be praying for money instead of preying on "honey." God, forgive me. Now on to money, Lord. Your word tells us that you love a cheerful giver. Well, there ain't a who ess the BWA clan. Amen.
In the old testament, when Jacob wrestled with God by the river, God would not bless jacob until his resources and energies were spent. If you remeber, he sent a peace offering to Esau, then sent his family, all of his goods, and wordly wealth across the Jabbock fording, then after wrestling with the Lord (or angel depending on interpretation), just before dawn, his hip is dislocated, yet he stubbornly holds on, and has the audacity to demand a blessing. Instead, he is given a new name, Israel; meaning one who strives (struggles or quarrels) with God. He is finally blessed, but not until he is completely at the mercy of the world, and of God. Jacob was a trickster, and quite the cunning trader. He had survived this long by his wits, and the love and generousity of his parents. But at this point he is helpless, and he, like we, must stand humbled and helpless before God before we shall recieve his blessings.
I like your take: "Well, there ain't a whole lot of cheer for this here brother. I need money. It ain't that I want money. I need money. Can you help me so as I may one day look upon my 401K as green pastures and that I may dwell in the house and not a shack of the Lord all the days of my living? " It reminded me of that passage.