For me, the prosperity gospel doesn’t mean a lot. In other words, it does not change my faith. I know that God is not going to give me a BMW just because I pray and ask Him for it. But I also grew up without ever needing anything. That’s not to say I didn’t want the newest American Girl doll, or the fashionable clothes that all my friends wore, because I did. My parents can attest to that. The difference is that I never had to go without. We always had at least three meals a day, I always had more clothes than I could wear (even if they were hand-me-downs), and a nice house, with air conditioning and a roof that didn’t leak.
But imagine if you didn’t have any of those things. Your children were always hungry, and there were no shoes. Your house is a hut, covered in palm branches. You cooked rice and dahl three times a day, outside, over an open fire. You swept the dirt floor as the children played outside with empty water bottles as their only toys. No showers. No toilets. No running water. No hope.
If you were to forsake your Hindu gods wouldn’t you want to believe that by becoming a Christian and knowing Jesus that God would change all of that for you?
“God will give you a good life.” These are words that I have heard pastors tell the congregation. “You will not have any problems with Jesus” are lyrics to songs that young women have translated for me. These things only scratch the surface of this complex issue that I am only beginning to understand.
God is enough. Not in our prosperity, but in those moments where there is nothing else.