As much as I have been trying to teach the students something in this stewardship class, I have been challenged even more personally, as a teacher. It has been incredibly humbling to teach a course on stewardship as a relatively wealthy foreigner in a developing country. One assignment given to the students was to write out a current monthly budget. The students are paying approximately $60 a month in school fees which covers tuition, room and board. I asked them to detail the other money they spent in a month. Income amounts for each student was typically about $2-4 a month, paid to them for the service they do interning at various churches. The students explained how some money went to soap or to flowers (those with girlfriends) or snacks. Just today one student mentioned how he is praying for $25 to pay rent for his wife who lives an hour away. The land lord is threatening to evict them and he is not sure how to get the money.
I stand in front of the class teaching them about how God wants those with money to help those without – the give generously. I say this with my ability to fly back to the US at any time – something they can only dream of. I read off the notes which I wrote on my personal laptop and printed on our home printer – things the students may hope someday to have. Maybe we are giving up a lot financially to be here – but no matter how you cut it, in this place we are the wealthy.
So I tell the students to pay tithes and to steward what resources they have. I tell them that Christians sometimes have to suffer from poverty while some wicked people prosper. I tell them that they need to be willing to give up what material resources they have. And I wonder at the level of my own hypocrisy. In truth, I do not even know what that level is. I know that God has taught me much about trusting him. When I was in seminary, resources were incredibly tight and I got to the point my last semester when I knew my tuition check would almost zero out my savings. And God did provide for that through an unexpected scholarship. But even the relative poverty I experienced at that point was wealth compared to my students now – things like living in an apartment with running water and electricity set me apart. I cannot truly understand what it feels like to live in their financial shoes.
But I was called to teach and do so while desperately praying that God would help me to teach what is truly in His Word. The irony of a wealthy white person telling a bunch of poor Africans that God does not necessarily want them to be rich is clear. I started reading Jonathan Bonk’s Missions and Money during the class to help me understand that financial gap, but the first chapter left me disturbed enough to put off reading the rest until I have more time to think and pray about the implications of being a wealthy missionary. “Wealthy” in the sense that even the poorest of missionaries is comparatively wealthy in a context where the annual GPD per capita was about $600 last year.
So I continue to pray for truth and humility. I pray that God would enlighten me to understand my own responsibility regarding money and I thank Him for the opportunity to dig more deeply into the Scriptures regarding this issue by teaching on it.