Money’s most insidious conquest is not the pocket, but memory itself. Prosperity arrives, and yesterday’s hunger becomes an embarrassing secret. Suddenly, yesterday’s helpers become today’s disposable nobodies, conveniently erased from memory.
«“for a human to cowardly forget the path he travelled and then treat others as lesser being…let them bear in mind that: THIS TOO SHALL COME TO PASS” – 0902*95»
One of the responses to Part One captured the warning with simplicity. Its indictment cuts deeply, because prosperity can erase memory. Yet forgotten roads remain roads, regardless of who travels them today, tomorrow, or thereafter.
Wealth is not wicked; arrogance is. Money merely amplifies the architecture already hidden within character. Give humility resources, and generosity expands; give vanity resources, and contempt suddenly acquires a microphone.
Some people prayed relentlessly for abundance, yet perhaps needed character before capital. What happens when opportunity enters unprepared hands? Blessing becomes weaponised, prosperity becomes intoxicating, and influence becomes dangerous permission.
Never confuse a season with a throne. Today’s abundance can become tomorrow’s archaeology, while today’s neglected struggler may become tomorrow’s benefactor. Life rearranges hierarchies without consulting human arrogance or convenience.
The poor man you ridicule may be carrying tomorrow’s testimony. The person you dismiss may possess a destiny your money cannot purchase. Therefore, tread carefully; human fortunes are notoriously migratory and unpredictable.
Scripture warns that pride precedes destruction. The Christian therefore must understand wealth as stewardship, not superiority; elevation as responsibility, not licence; influence as accountability, not immunity from divine consequence.
Perhaps the real tragedy is not that money found the wrong person, but that character surrendered when money arrived. What shall it profit a man, if wealth bankrupts his eternal soul?
Remember your wilderness before despising another’s desert. Remember who prayed with you, opened doors, offered bread, or simply believed when nobody noticed. Gratitude is the antidote to prosperity’s dangerous amnesia.
And when the season changes, as every earthly season eventually does, may you still recognise those beneath you. For this too shall come to pass, and pride never negotiates with time.
– Inah Boniface Ocholi writes from Ayah – Igalamela/Odolu LGA, Kogi state.
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