Lord, Won’t You Buy Me a Mercedes Benz: Synchroblog
When it comes to Money, I’m afraid that the Church in the West often finds herself parodied by an old Janis Joplin song.
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
“Come on God, baby, I’ve worked so hard for you, can’t you just…”
As Westerners, we tend to believe that God owes us financial providence in exchange for our allegiance and (our sometimes occasional) obedience. I know I’ve believed the lie. It’s deep within the fabric of the American Dream. It’s deep in foundations of the Western Church that was coddled by the Industrial Revolution. I know, because I’m a part of it.
Jesus sent his disciples out on journeys and told them to take nothing with them, to make no lodging arrangements, and to bring no provisions. He taught them to give up their rights to “things.” He taught them how to rely on the Father for their needs.
I would like to be a part of calling the Church in the West back to doing what Jesus did, and teaching what he taught. When it comes to Money, Jesus warned us that our allegiance to God would be challenged by the stuff. Shouldn’t that scare us, just a little?
I’m in my late twenties, and I’m only just starting to make sense of all of the mixed-messages I’ve received from the local church concerning money. In short, I wish the voice of the Church sounded more like the voice of Jesus. I wish I was taught to avoid debt at all costs, to live simply, and to rely on the Father, even if that means looking foolish.
I’ve failed enough at money. But I’ve resolved to learn all over again. I’m working to pay off my student loans as soon as possible, to ride a bike to save money, and to do my best to live simply. I really believe that simplicity is Sabbath. There is Rest in letting go. God has taken excellent care of me as I stumble along. I like that.
(Janis’ Passport photo by Savaman)