DYING UNDER THE WEIGHT OF PROSPERITY

I was thinking this morning.... about the weight of prosperity. I was driving somewhere in Port-Harcourt and saw a vehicle overloaded with goods literally crumbling under its own weight. As the vehicle passed by, I wondered why the driver will even choose to subject his vehicle, which probably is his only source of livelihood, to such heavy weight. No doubt, he was enticed by the money he was to be paid. He considered the immediate benefit but was blindsided to the long term impact on the vehicle.

Had a friend in Warri years ago that didn't have a job at the time. He was pious and disciplined until he hit it big. Suddenly, his social life hit the roof. He started drinking and womanising, changing girls like African asoebi. It took God for him not to lose his job. What went wrong? He was dying under the weight of his prosperity.

There is a young man I knew while we were at the university. Like me, he came from a modest family background where our feeding schedule at a time was 'Zero-Pawpaw-Water.' He was health conscious and even managed to develop six-pack abs. Years after we left school, his heavens opened and he started living large. The next time I saw him, I couldn't recognise him because of his weight and very visible one-pack abs. He couldn't control his desire for food and was literally crumbling under his own weight. Why? He was dying under the weight of prosperity.

Many dream and pray for prosperity but only very few have considered whether they can bear the weight. 'Bless me. Bless me' is a good prayer but can you manage the blessings? Wealth destroyed Solomon who married 300 wives and had 700 concubines. He died under the weight of his prosperity.

Prosperity becomes a dead weight if it makes you to deny God or cause you to harm yourself by your actions. No wonder Agur in Proverbs 30:8 prayed 'Give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with food convenient for me.' The next time you pray for prosperity, be certain you can handle the weight.

Stay hopeful. God's got our back.

Happy Sunday.

......Just the thoughts of a certain Wey Mey