Amy Grant — I remember a friend of mine…

I remember a friend of mine telling a story about one of his first paying jobs. When he was in seminary, he and his wife pastored a small church in a rough part of Houston. They lived in the parsonage and received a salary of one hundred dollars a week. One day a college friend of his passed through town and stopped by for a visit. The friend’s career was in sales, and at the time, 1972, he was doing quite well, with a six-figure salary. He said to the young pastor, “You were pretty sharp in school. You know, you could be doing a lot better financially if you had chosen a different profession. For instance, if you were with my company, you could be making a hundred thousand dollars a year.” My friend eyed his buddy and said, “ Well, I don’t know if I could live on that.” “What do you mean, you don’t know if you could live on that? You don’t look like you’re making half that much now.” My friend said, “Well, I don’t right now, but I work for someone who promised to pay me whatever I need. This last year I didn’t need much, but what if next year I needed more? I sure would be in a mess if all I had was a hundred thousand dollars.”
Amy Grant