I was a little pressed for time yesterday after posting the article about Worgl. I had meant to make some comments.
Firstly, I often hear others expressing dismay over what may be the collapse of the dollar, or some kind of ominous and un-named financial disaster in the relatively near future. To that I say, don't worry about that. Do get ready and make reasonable precautions, but it's the parasites that have to fear. It's the common man who actually produces something that will be looking good if only he can grasp what is really happening.
If the dollar does collapse (or partially collapse which is already in process) I believe that local communities will step up and take care of business. I am very optimistic about this.
I saw a discovery-channel-type program where this guy went on a biking trip in Belize and a bot fly laid eggs in his scalp. This ring of five sub-dermal maggots tormented him for weeks until he realized what was happening, then it was a simple matter to remove them.
Now, imagine that the bot-fly-maggots are invisible, three feet long, and sucking out a third of your blood and you've got the picture of what's happening to you financially. On the TV they call it a "recession". It's a mysterious thing that just happens. No, not really.
Just to be absolutely clear, I have no hatred or ill-will in my heart. I am careful to guard against this. What I really feel is sadness. I am sad because I know that all of this will come to light in the next life and I think that there will be a gulf that yawns open between those that were taken advantage of and those that understood the system by which they were stripped of their goods. They will see the sorrow of a young married couple with little kids who lost their home, or couldn't pay the bills. In short, I am sad for the bankers and senators.
I am reminded of the story of Abraham and Lazarus (see below). OH YES I WENT THERE!
It also occurs to me that social programs may be the means of closing that gulf. Am I absolved of my responsibility to my fellow-man by paying my taxes? I don't believe that's enough, not nearly enough. But it's something to think about.
This line of thinking also makes a great and terrible burden settle on my heart as a small business owner. If the business is prosperous I have a responsibility to those that work for me. And in the next life (not too far away! Maximum forty years!) the books will be opened and they will see how they fared.
For my part I am happy. When I harp on these things it is not because I am dissatisfied with my situation on the net. On the contrary, I am thrilled and fanatically grateful for what I have. And I praise God and give Him credit for it. It also crosses my mind that if there are behind-the-scenes overlords pulling the strings then maybe they're not doing such a bad job. [a posting about this is coming soon]. I've got what I want in terms of material goods: a splendidly painted Dark Elf army. Don't really need much more.
But that's not really the point. A well-cared-for subservant is still a subservant.
Back to my employees. If BTP is prosperous I have a duty and a stewardship to see that it is managed properly and benefits those that work there, those that labor. Labor is sacred. The product of a man's hands and sweat is holy and it's a grave matter to defraud him of it. And even more to take it from him by force.
When I take profits from the business it is generally not for myself, but for four children who depend on me completely to take care of their physical needs. I protect them against hunger, tooth decay, ailments of the body, and so forth. Oh, and clothes. Not to mention some of the icing of life. And the happiness of a wife who just loves her security. You married men know what I'm talking about.
There is another factor. I don't know the full story. Only the Lord knows the whole situation. I admit the possibility that I am wrong. For all I know the boards of the ten banks on main street Spanish Fork are kind and benevolent who really have the welfare of the common man at heart. It's not such a stretch. I have a friend, a business mentor, who is starting a bank up north. This has ripped my mind in two. He's such an upright person, and a pillar of the community, and was such a great help to me in my formative time as a businessman. It baffles me that he's involved in this dirty business. I'm not sure how to broach the matter, if at all, or if he even would have time for it.
Remember: war, poverty, and central banking are all related. I am a proponent of putting the maximum amount of power (time/money/will etc.) into the hands of the individual. I believe in the wisdom and goodness of the small community.
(1) Abraham and Lazarus (Luke 16)
19 ¶ There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day:
PS- don't think that it's escaped notice that I might very well be the rich man in this parable. Who is laid at my gate? Who could I have helped but didn't? What can I do more?