During the late 1970s and early 1980s I spent two extended periods living below the poverty line. The first experience came as I entered the first grade. My father was a chronically unhappy man who was skillful and ambitious, yet prone to wanderlust. Every few months we would move to a new city so that he could try his hand at a new occupation”a truck driver in Arkansas, a cop in West Texas, a bouncer at a honky-tonk near Louisiana. We were always on the move, always a few weeks away from the next paycheck. At the lowest point we had nothing to eat but a half-loaf of Wonder Bread, a five-gallon bucket of unshelled peanuts, and tap water. That lasted for a two-week period in August that stretched across my seventh birthday.
Eventually my father settled down, found steady work, and we inched our way slowly toward the lower rungs of the working class. This period of financial tranquility lasted until I was eleven, when my father walked out on my mother, my younger brother, and me. Brokenhearted and dead broke, we packed the car and moved again, my mother having acquired the nomadic tendency to run away from adversity. (By the time I graduated high school, I had changed schools thirteen times.) Single parenthood tipped the scales and we slipped, once again, beneath the poverty threshold. We survived with the aid of food stamps and government housing until my sophomore year, when my mother remarried and our lives returned to a level of economic normalcy.
Im always hesitant to share this story because we in America tend to have a knee-jerk sympathy for the down-and-out. There are, however, many times, as in my familys case, when pity is completely unwarranted. A lifetime of foolish decisions by my parents, rather than a dismal economy or lack of opportunity, led to our being poor. We reaped what they had sown.
But while being poor can be difficult, it isnt the tragedy that many might be inclined to believe. From an early age I knew that while many people had more than I did, others had it much, much worse. That lesson was seared into my conscience while sitting in a pew watching Baptist missionaries present a slideshow detailing their latest mission trip. The images of true poverty gave our tiny congregation a glimpse into the everyday life in Ethiopia, a time of famine when a few slices of white bread and a bucket of unshelled peanuts would be considered a feast. I was struck by the realization that as little as we had, these people had less. I was white-trash Texas poor; these people were Africa poor.
Looking back, I realize that many would have looked on me as I looked on these African children”as objects of pity. Though they were much like me, I had put them in the category of the Other. It was almost as if these families, who didnt even have a mobile home and a broken down Buick to call their own, were a different type of Christian. As the Dutch prime minister and theologian Abraham Kuyper wrote in The Problem of Poverty:
There cannot be two different faiths”one for you and one for the poor. The question on which the whole social problem really pivots is whether you recognize in the less fortunate, even in the poorest, not merely a creature, a person in wretched circumstances, but one of your own flesh and blood: for the sake of Christ, your brother. It is exactly this noble sentiment that, sad to say, has been weakened and dulled in such a provoking manner by the materialism of this century.
Kuyper wrote these words in 1891 for the material-obsessed middle-class of The Netherlands. Yet In our own country even the poor are dulled by materialism. Many of our poor have more possessions than the rich young ruler whom Jesus told to sell all he had in order to find salvation. How many of those in poverty in America would give up all they had? Even my family”white-trash Texas poor as we were”would have been hesitant to part with our bounty.
The problem of poverty, at least in America, is not just that it makes it difficult for people to fulfill their material needs, but rather that it blinds us all to what we really need. After all, what the truly destitute”those without food and shelter”need most isnt a handout or a redistribution of wealth. What they need is for Christians to heed Jesus command. As Kuyper points out,
For deeds of love are indispensable. Obviously, the poor man cannot wait until the restoration of our social structure has been completed. Almost certainly he will not live long enough to see that happy day. Nevertheless, he still has to live, he must feed his hungry mouth, and the mouths of his hungry family. Therefore, vigorous help is necessary. However highly I am inclined to praise your willingness to make sacrifices”and this is possible through Gods grace to many of you”nevertheless, the holy art of giving for Jesus sake ought to be much more strongly developed among us Christians. Never forget that all state relief for the poor is a blot on the honor of your savior.
The fact that the government needs a safety net to catch those who would slip between the cracks of our economic system is evidence that I have failed to do Gods work. The government cannot take the place of Christian charity. A loving embrace isnt given with food stamps. The care of a community isnt provided with government housing. The face of our Creator cant be seen on a welfare voucher. What the poor need is not another government program; what they need is for Christians like me to honor our savior.
I can attest to that truth from my own experience. What my family needed, what I needed, was not just a handout”either from the state or the church. We needed true, Godly charity.
So why do I still find it so difficult to give of my money, of my time, of my self? Why are the deeds of love that Kuyper called indispensable so easy for me to withhold?
I cant blame it on poverty. Today, Im comfortably ensconced in the middle-class with free time and disposable income that I waste with embarrassing regularity. Yet even when I was poor I was wealthier than 95 percent of the rest of the planet. I still had a duty to provide aid to those who were even less fortunate; Jesus didnt excuse me from my obligations because I seemed to lack wealth.
In Christs day, the Jews were instructed to give to the Temple and to the poor as part of their service to God. Jesus praised the poor widow who gave two mites, having put more into the treasury than all the others. The others gave out of their wealth, but she gave out of her poverty.
Jesus never said that the widow shouldnt have given because she had little to spare. Instead, he praised her obedience. If the widow and the poor can give then how much more can those of us in temporary financial straights”the starving artist, the penniless college student, the struggling young parents”give of our abundance?
Some day I will stand before my Creator and he’ll ask why I didn’t feed my brother when he was hungry or clothe my sister when she was cold. Shall I tell him, I couldnt give, Lord, I lived in poverty?
Unlike the poor widow, I’m rich in possessions and could give out of my wealth. But she gave out of abundance”an obedient heart and love for her neighbor”of which I remain truly impoverished.
Joe Carter is web editor of First Things . His previous articles for “On the Square” can be found here .