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My Boy

If and when financial blessings come, one comes into danger of straying after mammon. Mammon has a way of creating and whetting the appetite for more. More accurately, it has a way of rousing the carnal nature with what is already there.

I began to be dissatisfied with what my money was doing in the bank at terrible interest rates, thinking I was a coward or a poor steward by not working the money to get better returns. I ended up in the stock market. Fear and Greed, two robust bullies, caught me in the back alley on my way to the bank and beat me severely. I lost two years of peace with my family and God knows how much more. My faith was greatly battered. One cannot play with fire and not get burned. A bitter lesson indeed. My boy had been such a joy to me and I missed him for a part of our lives. If you value life, flee mammon; don’t rationalize; don’t compromise; don’t even think it…flee to God for your life.

I wrote this during a fast a couple of years later, when I was expected to die.

 

I’ve missed my boy since ’93;

Money was all that I could see;

Even robbed him of maternity;

Without my boy since ’93.

 

Hung a plaque up on the wall

The words of which would say it all

And failed my duty to heed that call

Now all I can do is bawl and bawl.

 

Son, don’t ever cry, the fault’s not yours;

I’m persuaded the Lord will even scores.

How does He do it? by the blood He pours,

Reuniting us on better shores.

 

Mom, please don’t spoil our little boy.

Like me, he’ll miss both peace and joy,

Himself and others he’ll annoy

And we won’t have our little boy.

 

But do us both a favor, please,

See he minds all q’s and p’s,

Gains knowledge in all he does and sees

So that in the end, the Lord he’ll please.

 

Moon River Estates, Jan. 1993

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