A homeless Billionaire

Nicolas Berggruen is founder and President of Berggruen Holdings, a private investment company. Forbes magazine estimated Berggruen's net worth at $2.2 billion as of 2010. Having given up most of his material possessions Berggruen owns neither a home nor a car and prefers to live out of hotels. He said: “...for me, possessing things is not that interesting. Living in a grand environment to show myself and others that I have wealth has zero appeal. Whatever I own is temporary, since we’re only here for a short period of time. It’s what we do and produce; it’s our actions that will last forever. That’s real value". More at http://blogs.wsj.com/wealth/2008/05/19/the-homeless-billionaire/

In this Christmas season, we remember another homeless multi-billionaire - Jesus Christ. God, who had everything, came down to earth, to live as a homeless man. Rich Mullins' song is wonderful to remember at this time. While we read the beautiful lyrics below and probably sing along, let's remember, where are the homeless around us? What has homeless to do with Christmas? We only hear of multi-crore churches being built and multi-crore parish halls being built. Are lives around getting touched? Or is it only for the club members? I mean, the church members?

Sing along with Rich Mullins.

Oh, You did not have a home,
There were places You visited frequently
You took off Your shoes and scratched Your feet
'Cause you knew that the whole world belongs to the meek
But You did not have a home
No, You did not have a home

And You did not take a wife
There were pretty maids all in a row
Who lined up to touch the hem of Your robe
But You had no place to take them, so
You did not take a wife
No, You did not take a wife

Birds have nests, foxes have dens
But the hope of the whole world rests
On the shoulders of a homeless man
You had the shoulders of a homeless man
No, You did not have a home

Well you had no stones to throw
You came without an ax to grind
You did not tow the party line
No wonder sight came to the blind
You had no stones to throw
You had no stones to throw

And You rode and ass' foal
They spread their coats and cut down palms
For You and Your donkey to walk upon
But the world won't find what it thinks it wants
On the back of an ass' foal
So I guess You had to get sold
'Cause the world can't stand what it can't own
And it can't own You
'Cause You did not have a home