rich - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
So, God is a socialist. He believes in giving to the poor and giving to help the natural world thrive and survive. He believes in community and that love is more important than riches on Earth. Additionally, He said because He made Earth He owns it and therefore, if you insist on using a money-nexus, He's going to start taxing the rich to pay for His global social and environmental programs. So, you can either do this the easy way or the hard way... the easy way sounds much nicer if I'm honest.
Does the rich man pray for his own salvation while his workers toil in hell? Does he push the myth that all can succeed in a pyramidal system, knowing that for everyone who is a victor there must be ten losers or more? Whom then is his God? Who would listen to the greedy and powerful and help them to abuse all the more and teach their ways that to eat and live is a luxury earned and not a free right given by their creator?
And it became the fashion in those times for the rich to buy homes for the poor. They got them cheap and the charities made them beautiful inside and out. The homes were then either donated or put into long trusts so they would always be homes for those who needed them. It was true investing, investing in what really matters to our nation, our kids and their parents. As for accumulating interest? It did. But it was the right sort of interest, that in the wellbeing of our hearts and the mending our our society. As things turn out, a "Housing act" can be an "Act" of generosity and nothing to do with the law. I guess it became part of our "lore" instead, part of our instinct for fairness and doing right by each other. We all cried from happiness. There were back to back renovation shows on the television showing the homes that were made so lovely and with such love. We watched the families move in, the relief only a sense of home and security can bring. I think we were born anew in those times, everyone of all faiths and backgrounds "mucking in." Those were good times, that transition. We got to feel good again and that had been missing for too long. Nobody cared about the "rich list" anymore, the only list anyone talked about was the "homes or land donated list" and they were new superstars in their own way - the ones who chose giving and showed that love was the more powerful force within them.
And there they were... the rich men. It was a long line of "penguin suits" and it made April smirk. Others saw fine tailoring; she saw God's little joke. It was penguins who made huge rock piles to impress potential mates and these guys were just as silly. All them were penguins who never knew when enough was enough.