As we chatted on my friend Nancy’s front porch, Nancy revealed something about her family of four that surprised me: “We have enough money.”
That wasn’t something I was used to hearing folks say. It seemed like something more appropriate to whisper. In fact, I suspect that more of the people I know would confess to tax evasion or marital infidelity than would admit, in front of others, that they have enough resources.
As I drove home from Nancy’s house, I continued to noodle on her absurd confession.
Although Nancy and I have different income levels, her announcement reminded me that I also have enough. My children and I have a comfortable home, running water, indoor plumbing, clothing for every season, and food on the table each day. Though I do have a few friends whose income is not enough to house and feed their families, the daily needs of most folks I know are being met—even if making it from paycheck to paycheck is a struggle.
So why, I began to wonder, should it seem scandalous to hear an admission of sufficiency? Why would something so benign feel so scary?
An Alarming Thought
Maybe, I mused, if we were to admit we have all we need, we’d realize we really don’t need to keep gunning to earn more money.
Maybe if we were to admit we have all we need, we’d be forced to acknowledge a heavenly provider who is good.
Maybe, if we were to admit we have all we need, we’d also have to admit that we don’t need to acquire more.1