There is enough . . . if we share. It’s not just a lesson to the kids when they think — when they know — that they don’t have exactly what a sibling or a classmate has. As if they didn’t have enough of their own. There are plenty of toys. There is plenty of food.
Unless you are deprived of something, unless others are not willing to share or have the authority or audacity to take some thing away from you, don’t you have enough?
The seemingly homeless man on the side of the road held a sign.
“I have EVERYTHING I need except money. Do you have the COURAGE to give?”
As a matter of fact, I happen to have some dollar coins from our visit to the amusement park last week. Let me share some of our abundance. Let me ask him where he lives. Let me hear that he does indeed live around here; that he thinks this is a nice place to live. As I agree with him, I look directly into his eyes, smiling yet wondering how this could be a lovely place to live if he’s standing on the side of the off-ramp asking for money. He did say he has everything else he needs. Money isn’t everything.
Visiting a dying friend, before I took my leave, I said, “Love to you, my friend.” Drugged as she was, she half-laughed. “You said love. How can you . . . ” Her voice trailed off. I understand. We’re not close friends. My coming to her is largely in part of a pastoral visit, but in my visits to her, sincerity wins over any sense of obligation. “I try to share my love with everyone,” I tell her gently. “It’s part of our responsibility in this life to share God’s love with one another. You are my sister.” Eyes closed, she smiled subtly.
We do not see reality the same as one another. Our perspectives and interpretations are different. Ultimately, there is one Earth. One Source. Our time here is too precious to live in fear, in a sense of lack.
What if we believed we had everything we need. What if we made sure that we all had everything we needed? Sure, take care of you and yours, but where does your responsibility end? Is there a limit to abundance? I don’t think so.
I only hope I can live into the dream of everyone having everything they need. Enough to live. Enough love. Enough is enough, gently said.