“I don't know what they want from me. It's like the more money we come across, the more problems we see.” — The Notorious B.I.G.
I received an email today from my friend. He works in … money. That’s the best way I can say it; if I said his job title you might get the wrong impression about his line of work, and that would miss the point. Anyway, my buddy told me one of our other buddies had really been hitting home runs at work lately, making some real jack. A little farther down the road of life, a different friend of mine told me I could make some big cash in his line of work also: yet another job in money.
“Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure.” — J.K. Rowling
People are impressed with strength, wisdom and riches (not to mention beauty, wit and talent). God is not, unless of course, it is used by Him. The things God delights in are much less visible, much less recognizable, much more difficult to attain, and most importantly, given very little attention in this life.
An old friend called to tell me about his new "business." He told me about his business mentor and his associates, how people are finally making what they're worth. "You might be able to cash in, too," he said.
Robert Kiyosaki wrote a book called "Rich Dad, Poor Dad." This gist is that you can make more money through income-generating assets. Read: real estate. Kiyosaki claims to teach you how to make money the way his "rich dad" mentor, not his "poor dad" paternal father, taught him.
The "rich dad" can obiously teach you how to generate income, but can he necessarily teach you why you should make it?
Someone told me that if you’d owned one share of Coca-Cola stock one hundred years ago, it would’ve split one thousand times by this point. No one I know has held shares of anything for a century, but you get the point.
Albert Einstein said, “The most powerful force in the universe is compound interest.” The longer the interest accumulates, the faster it grows by turns.
These people always intrigue and sadden me: they have bumper stickers decrying the plight of a people or the earth. They rally and picket. They have a cause (or maybe the cause has them). And they’re filled with rabid poison toward their adversaries.
You know them. They show up on 24-hour news channels, in your college classrooms, at protests and political fundraisers. They burn with passion for their cause, supposedly spurred on by love. But you can feel their anger and bitterness.