I am rich.
I never think of myself as rich. My family struggles financially. I live in a small house. I don’t have all that much.
Now I could argue that I’m rich compared to other people. I mean, there are people in Africa who find it hard to put food on the table (or the ground, more likely). There are people in North Korea who are limited in everything they can achieve. There are people who are trapped in many forms of slavery right now in the world.
However, that’s not why I’m rich.
I could argue that I’m rich because of all the things that God has given me, such as a home, a family, clothes, friends, etc. I’m blessed to have a TV in my home, and internet, and a computer to do whatever on. I’ve been given a great neighborhood, with friendly people and a safe environment.
However, that’s not really why I’m rich either.
I’m rich because of what God has given me: Life. Not just life, but Life. I get to live on forever. I get to live free. I get to live free from sin, and free from death! I have a father.
I am loved. I am rich.
“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy,and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”