And also we can give our loving Father short shrift, as it were. Money doesn’t even need to be the main means of survival — only a convenient means in our modern society where merchants are plentiful.
It was a lesson I had to learn through becoming so poor that it was only the figurative “ravens” who were feeding me — sufficient sources that would enter and leave my life without a plan or reason visible to me, but of course it was visible to my Father.
But even through those times I felt a desire to be generous of heart, a desire that the Lord frequently provided an outlet for, such as serving as a volunteer musician, or writing poems and songs which would find later use in my life as testimonies to Him.
For if we truly love the Lord, that reflects the Lord truly loving us, and the currency of that is a heavenly one, cleared through heavenly banks as it were. And we can live on quite little and still be happy from day to day. Because we know that our circumstance at a moment isn’t our larger picture. And when we find we can give something meaningful to others yet, something that might not even be money, we will feel “as rich as Rockefeller.”
Maybe I just don’t have a problem with coveting so I’m just not making the connection.
Lust, I understand that one.
But others people’s stuff? Nah. Couldn’t care less.