Mama Monday #61

Luke 12: 13-21

The Parable of the Rich Fool

¹³ Someone in the crowd said to him, “Teacher, tell my brother to divide the inheritance with me.”

¹⁴ Jesus replied, “Man, who appointed me a judge or an arbiter between you?” ¹⁵ Then he said to them, “Watch out! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed; life does not consist in an abundance of possessions.”

¹⁶ And he told them this parable: “The ground of a certain rich man yielded an abundant harvest. ¹⁷ He thought to himself, ‘What shall I do? I have no place to store my crops.’

¹⁸ “Then he said, ‘This is what I’ll do. I will tear down my barns and build bigger ones, and there I will store my surplus grain. ¹⁹ And I’ll say to myself, “You have plenty of grain laid up for many years. Take life easy; eat, drink and be merry.”’

²⁰ “But God said to him, ‘You fool! This very night your life will be demanded from you. Then who will get what you have prepared for yourself?’

²¹ “This is how it will be with whoever stores up things for themselves but is not rich toward God.”

 

💛💛Reflections from Lectio on Luke 12:13-21💛💛

The parable of the rich fool still speaks loud and clear.
It speaks to my restless hands,
my cluttered shelves,
my hungry eyes.

Being preoccupied
with an abundance of possessions
can blind you.
You start seeing life
through the lens of what you don’t have.
And what you focus on—
grows.

Scarcity becomes your story.
You clutch, you grasp,
you build bigger barns in your mind,
thinking—
If I can just store enough,
I’ll be safe.

It’s an illusion of control.

Jesus says—
Guard yourself
against even the smallest seed of greed.
Because He knows:
It’s poison.
It warps how we see God,
how we see each other,
how we see ourselves.

Life is not defined by what I own.
So I ask—
Am I filling my life with more of me…
or more of God?

Will I come to the end
and find I’ve squandered
my time,
my talents,
my treasure?

Jesus doesn’t give me a formula.
He gives me Himself.
He’s after my heart—
my freedom.
He’s teaching us trust,
not hoarding.
He invites us into community,
not insulation.

So I ask again—
What am I storing up
that could be poured out?
What am I clutching
that could be given?
Where have I kept Him
out of the conversation?

Today, Lord—
Be in my thoughts.
Be in my decisions.
Be in every encounter.

Open my ears
to hear Your whisper.
Open my eyes
to see You in a thousand faces.
Open my heart
so I don’t miss Your invitation—
the invitation to live free.