There’s a million reasons why someone could have a nice vehicle and not be living off the glut of church payments.
For starters, the car could have been a gift…or used.
I remember one of my lowest points ever. (as an adult, my childhood is a different story) It was rainy, miserable day. I had just worked a 12 hour shift. I was closing the store and a student came and demanded I re-open. He had been there twice before and had refused to buy the necessary book beacause we were “just scamming” him.
Realized that no, no we weren’t and we actually had cheaper copies than anywhere else.
We had warned him, several times, about our hours and there he was, 45 minutes after closing berating ME for not re-opening and selling him a textbook.
He went on and on on about how I had “female privilege” and “White privilege” and how I was a spoiled daddy’s girl because he saw my (very old, very much used “sports” car).
His complaint to the president of the university combed me down–from my hair, to my clothes to my car indicating that I was a spoiled, privileged oppressor.
Fortunately, I was good friends with the president of the university who knew that I didn’t earn very much, drove a used car, and had worked my way through college and was a part of a minority family (by adoption).
He asked the kid into his office and apparently gave him such a through combing down that a few days later he came to me with his tail between his legs, apologized and gave me some sort of treat as a peace offering.
I saw him over the next few years and actually helped him and gave him some guidance on how to manage things.
But that one night when he was terrible…man…that judgment was one of the most humiliating things I endured because I couldn’t defend myself that every single assumption he was making was totally false.