A Bible Parable
There was once a rich man who owned a very big farm. One year, he was very lucky and the harvest brought him lots and lots of grain.
“I’m blessed,” the rich man said. “I’m so rich!”
Hearing his excitement, one of the rich man’s workers came up to him and asked, “Kind sir, you have such a good harvest this year. Would you mind sparing a few bags of your extra grain for our families?”
“No!” the rich man said in anger. “I have to keep these all for myself!”
But then the rich man started thinking. “The harvest was so great that I don’t even have space in my small barn to store it all. Oh no! What if I have to give some away?”
Worried by this thought, the rich man came up with an idea. “I will tear down my old barns, and build new, bigger barns! Ha!” he said to himself. “I have many riches stored up for many years. I can take it easy, eat, drink, and be merry!’”
Then he heard from somewhere a loud, bold voice. It was God.
“You are being foolish! Tonight you are destined to die. What, then, will you do with all those things you have stored up?”
And true indeed, the rich man died in his sleep that night, and he had to leave everything behind.
“But, but, but, my harvest…my barns….!” You could almost hear his restless soul.
The rich man couldn’t take any riches with him. The only way to take your money with you when you die is to send it on ahead to others who may use it. And how can you do that?
By sharing with others. Always.