I’ve often tripped over this verse from 1 Timothy 6:
17 As for those who in the present age are rich, command them not to be haughty, or to set their hopes on the uncertainty of riches, but rather on God who richly provides us with everything for our enjoyment.
It’s not the warning to the rich that I catch my foot on. I get the idea that having stuff can lead us to haughtiness or an inclination to try to rest the weight of our hope for the future on the illusory solidity of stuff.
What gets me is the exhortation — or rather the reason for the exhortation to set our hope on God: because he “richly provides us with everything for our enjoyment”.
I wouldn’t have chosen to dispense this as the remedy for proud, self-sufficient wealth-creation.
Maybe that’s because the leftist bent of my idealistic youth is enjoying something of a revival in my thinking of late.
Or maybe it’s because I need to inwardly digest the message Tim Keller recently got to broadcast on the NY Times website.
But ultimately I suspect it’s because my sense of enjoyment — as in “God richly provides … everything for our enjoyment” — is way too cramped and narrow.
Lingering beneath however I might like to define the word, for me ‘enjoyment’ always connotes something furtive. Stolen. Something I’ve gotten away with. Or jumped through the hoops of respectably delayed gratification to attain.
I guess I could stand to learn a thing or two from my sixteen month-old son, who clasps his hands repeatedly in a prayer of gratitude every meal time — especially when he’s served up his favourite foods (currently grapes, crackers, sultanas, and banana muffins).
For my son, the more he anticipates enjoying something, the more he is moved to express his thankfulness. So much so that it seems like thankfulness enhances his enjoyment of something.
Gratitude isn’t a necessary and more or less unpleasant prelude to gratification. It’s essential to it!
Oh, how I wish I could recapture that…