Have you ever needed God? I mean really needed God?
When I was younger, I used to ask my grandma if God really cared. I saw her struggles and hard work and still we never had enough. She worked long hours for very little money and she never actually got to enjoy the fruits of her labor. Yet, through it all, she would tell me that her labor was not in vain.
Food, electricity, school clothes, transportation…every month it was an adventure. If God really cared, then why don’t we have presents to unwrap at Christmas? I’d see her up early in the mornings praying with her Bible then she’d leave for a work day that extended far into the night. At the end of the week, whether there was enough or not, she looked forward to going to church so that she could praise the God she called More Than Enough.
Amidst the constant complaints from us kids who compared ourselves to the kids in our class who had their own beds, the kids who took trips to cabins in the summer, the kids who had help with homework at night…she would remind us that we should be grateful because there is always someone worse off than us. As a kid, the grass was always greener on the other side and I found it hard to imagine anyone worse off than us.
Now that I have gotten older, and I experience the complexities of life, instead of comparing myself to the kids in my class, I now juxtapose economic class with social stratification. I no longer complain of not having enough in the face of a God that is more than enough. We live in a world of abundance that is rich with human and natural resources that God has created so that we might thrive, yet we still have poverty, fear, ignorance and oppression.
My prayer is that we experience the fullness of God’s abundance manifested in every area of our lives and that in the face of not having, being, or doing enough that we remember the God who is more than enough because at the end of the week, just like at the end of life, all we have is God and that is more than enough.