The following is a repeat, edited a bit from July, ’15. Not many of you were my readers then. (Prompt from Krista, a Blogging assignment):
You’ve just won $1 billion dollars in the local lottery. You do not have to pay tax on your winnings. How will you spend the money?
Now that would be a miracle for sure! Since I won’t even buy a 25 cent stake in an office pot, or a $1.00 raffle ticket on a beautiful handmade quilt! I have Christian friends who don’t have quite such total aversion to gambling. I think it is funny when they say they are just giving the Lord an opportunity to bless them. So they buy ten lottery tickets. I guess they think God needs to have ten chances just in case he can’t find just one ticket. Okay, now back to the prompt. Pretending big time!
I feel like a Miss American candidate. “First, I would use it to end world hunger and rebuild New Orleans. Then with what I have left, I would buy my poor grandmother a house. And, then I would pay my student loan.” So much for Miss America.
Let’s try out how I would do as a church secretary. “First, I would pay the utility bills and buy groceries for everyone who comes by this week. Of course I would pay my tithes here to my home church. A hundred million dollar facility for our eighty member congregation might get some attention in our local community. We could probably add 20% to our church. That would be about six million dollars per additional person. We would be able to support a few missionaries….” (Watch God shake his head.)
The newspaper just got wind of my landfall, and the powers that be succeeded in voting me in as mayor of our town! We will now have enough money to finish the soccer fields. But the council couldn’t decide where to build them so I resigned as mayor.
I’m going to stay on my little acre for a few months while I get my head together enough to decide whether or not I want to become the person I would become if I had a billion dollars. Right off the top of my head, I rather like me; not too sure whether I want to be what a billion dollars would make me.
But …tomorrow I think I will call the tree trimmers just in case, and maybe I’ll get my nails polished. A billion? Ah, shucks, I guess I could get a pedicure too.