What would you do if you woke up tomorrow morning with an extremely large amount of money in your bank account?

Now, after you come back from Disneyland…

I think it is a fascinating question to ponder.

I’ve heard many people say something along the lines of:

“Having lots of money just makes you more of who you already were.”

Basically, if you are barely scraping by financially right now, but you still pay your tithing and help a neighbor out when they need a meal…

Then you would likely be a wealthy person who still pays their tithing and can help people in need in much more dramatic ways.

But if you are living comfortably right now, but stingy with giving away any money…

Then it’s likely that you would find reasons to be stingy with your money when you had a lot more of it, too.

The Lord says:

“Wo unto you rich men, that will not give your substance to the poor, for your riches will canker your souls . . . Wo unto you poor men, whose hearts are not broken, whose spirits are not contrite.” (D&C 56:16-17)

So, if both the rich and the poor receive warnings from the Lord here, what can we do to make sure we are doing as we should?

Rich AND poor people can be prideful with hardened hearts.

Rich AND poor people can be humble with broken hearts.

It doesn’t really matter what our bank account looks like if our hearts are pure, broken, and humbled before the Lord.

We might not be able to control how much money we have, but we can always control the state of our heart.

Happy Studying!

-Cali Black

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