You can do all things through Christ who strengthens you.
Especially contentment in whatever state you find yourself.
Especially joyful suffering for the sake of Christ.
Especially glorifying God in the peak of trials and troubles.
Especially living blamelessly in a crooked and perverse world.
Christ's strength in you is certainly superior to the strength of hell's forces in the present world.
I'm 47. In that wisp of a moment, I've learnt a few things.
I've seen wealth and known lack. Had times when I never needed to look at the price of a menu or hotel room. But I've also had days when I didn't know how to pay rent or buy groceries.
I've experienced years of great health but also months of going from doctor to doctor to find a diagnosis so I could be well. Yes, I've spent a small fortune on healthcare.
I've known wonderful friendships. And I've been intimate with great loneliness. I have been betrayed and also betrayed others.
I've done meaningful work that will outlive me and also felt the despair of being stuck doing what I dislike.
I've been a leader and a follower. Lived on different continents and met people from many cultures.
I've had vices and invented a few of my own.
In all of this, I have discovered the only thing that matters is God (and the people he so thoughtfully created). His will, his mind and his grace.
God has always been with me, ever kind and true. Jesus is my greatest discovery and the Holy Ghost is my grandest attainment.
Nothing else matters. In him I live and move and have my being. He brings reason and logic to everything. He is both the container and the content. The beginning, ending and everything in between. He reveals great purpose and meaning.
When he comes into the room, the only sensible responses are:
"Welcome, Lord. How may I serve and what should I give?"
"Who am I that you would notice me and come to me. Here, now and for all time?"
"What am I that you would reveal your thoughts and uncover your mind? Where was I created that the Holy One would choose to discuss his wishes?"
What an absolute wonder.
The Enemy doesn't need you to be a drunkard or a glutton; he just needs you to be a slave to your own preferences. He wins when you become so particular about your coffee, your food, or your environment that your "needs" become a burden to everyone around you. God wants you to be easy to please and hard to offend, finding contentment in whatever is provided. The Enemy, however, wants to disguise your pickiness as "having high standards" or "self-care."
heard a lady share this story and i haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.
her brother started posting bible verses out of nowhere. she was shocked because this was the same man who didn’t want to hear the name of jesus in his house and had called her brainwashed and stupid for her faith.
when she asked him what changed he said “it’s not sudden actually. i’ve been watching you. you don’t curse people out like you used to. you don’t blow up over small things anymore. therapy couldn’t fix you but jesus did.”
our lives should preach before our mouths ever open.
Say this with me:
Dear God,
David stained his hands and Peter broke his word, yet mercy did not resign them from destiny. Father, where I fractured trust through immaturity, please restore and reintroduce me to my assignment.
Where I squandered sacred opportunities through inconsistency, clothe me again with discipline, depth, and the dignity of stewardship.
Baba, na you dey restore fallen kings and recommission trembling apostles and you're also the author of my story.
So please don't let my misjudgment mutate into permanent limitation. Let your mercy interrupt what pride & foolishness almost destroyed.
Thank you sir.
Amen
Dearest gentle reader, I hope this ignites something in you 💫💥🔥✨
I drive Uber on weekends for extra cash. Mostly quiet rides, small talk, nothing memorable.
Last month, I picked up this kid maybe 19, 20 outside a community college at 11 PM. He got in with a backpack and a beat-up laptop. Asked to go to a 24-hour diner across town.
The ride was quiet at first. Then I noticed he was crying. Silently. Just staring out the window with tears running down his face.
"Hey man, you okay?" I asked.
He wiped his face quickly. "Yeah, sorry. Just a rough night."
I didn't push. Just drove.
When we got to the diner, he didn't get out right away.
"Can I ask you something weird?" he said.
"Sure."
"Do you ever feel like you're doing everything right but it's still not enough?"
I pulled into a parking spot. Turned off the meter. "Tell me what's going on."
It all poured out. He was working two jobs while going to school full-time. Sending money home to his mom who was sick. Living in his car most nights to save on rent. Showering at the gym. Studying at diners because they had WiFi and outlets.
"I'm so tired," he whispered. "I don't know how much longer I can do this."
I sat there for a moment. Then I made a decision.
"What's your Venmo?"
He looked confused. "Why?"
"Just tell me."
He did. I sent him $100. It was grocery money for my family, but something told me he needed it more.
His eyes went wide. "I can't accept this—"
"You're not accepting it. I'm giving it. Buy yourself a cheap motel room tonight. Get a real shower and sleep in a real bed. One night off from the car."
He started crying again. "I don't know what to say."
"Just promise me you won't give up."
He promised. Got out. Turned back and said: "I'm going to pay this forward someday. I swear."
I believed him.
Two weeks ago, I got a Venmo notification. $500. From the same kid.
The message said: "I got a paid internship. First paycheck. This is yours plus interest. Thank you for seeing me when I was invisible."
I tried to send it back. He wouldn't accept it.
So I did what he did. Found another struggling passenger last week single mom, three kids, working night shift and gave her the $500.
She cried. I told her the story. Told her to pay it forward when she could.
Kindness isn't a transaction. It's a ripple that never stops. 🌊
"This is the kind of story about ordinary people who prove that kindness is the most powerful force on eart
Read the Bible yourself and examine for yourself the tone of the Bible with respect to riches and wealth and see if it compares to the current emphasis and tone from modern pulpits.