I heard a statistic about poverty today at church that just blew my mind. The more I thought about it, the more convicted I became. In fact, it continues to shake my world; I just don’t know what to do with it.
If we live in America, we are among the top 5% richest population of the world. Before you jump in, telling me that American’s have poor also, hold up. This statistic is based on those who make just $20,000 per year.
Yes. $20,000 a year puts you in the top 5% richest population of the world.
There was a moment there that this struck my heart very strongly.
I am rich.
I am rich.
Right now. Where I am. With how much I make now. I am rich.
There’s a problem with this.
In my mind, more money is a great idea. I know everyone probably feels this way, but I think that I was caught off guard by the fact that I really don’t need more money. I’m in the top 5% of the world’s population.
That idea has been mulling around in my head all day: I don’t need more money. Compared to the rest of the world at least.
But here in America, money is a huge issue. Just living costs a minimum of $1500 a month – between $500 – $800 in rent, $150 insurance, $100 for phone, $150 for utilities, $200 for gas, plus money for food – and that’s all just the basics.
I don’t understand how it costs so much to live in America.
To be honest, I’ve always wanted to live abroad for this reason. You don’t have to spend so much on living. And somehow in this, I feel like it may be more possible to cherish the things in life that matter beyond moony – beyond image and status symbols and accessories.
Now I realize that if you were born in American, God has a reason for this. But I think I struggle with guilt that the rest of the world lives on so much less than we do.
Does anyone else feel this way? Do you battle guilt because of how blessed we are? Share your thoughts below and help me with some much needed perspective.