I am not saying that money is always bad or that being unemployed is always good. I am not saying that at all. I am simply remarking on how we equate our worth to how much is written on our paychecks.
I am in the midst of a job hunt, myself. When handing in resumes today, I caught myself almost panicking about finding a job. I found myself thinking absurd thoughts: that, somehow, I would be less of a person if I didn't get a job at *this* place or *that* place, working *this* kind of position. That, ultimately, I would be a failure. And that, I believe, is where this entire problem stems. We hold our worth equal to the job we have because, somehow, that job--and the money made from it-- defines us as a person. Well, I don't know about you, but I find that absolutely ridiculous. How messed up are we to think that little pieces of 75% cotton, 25% linen paper determine our success and our failure as human beings?!
I am not defined by the money I make, or lack thereof. My struggle to find a job does not speak of my character. I am not a failure because of the circumstances of our economy. Thank you, God, for your everlasting grace and love for us... We rest in the shadow of the cross.
