Philippians 4:10-14
The Lord has made me very grateful that at last you have thought about me once again. Actually, you were thinking about me all along, but you didn’t have any chance to show it. I am not complaining about having too little. I have learned to be satisfied with whatever I have. I know what it is to be poor or to have plenty, and I have lived under all kinds of conditions. I know what it means to be full or to be hungry, to have too much or too little. Christ gives me the strength to face anything.
Scripture taken from the Contemporary English Version © 1991,1992, 1995 by American Bible Society, Used by Permission.
As I write this, I am sitting with our nephew, Nathan, while he sculpts with Play-doh®. I read him the scripture for today, and he asked, “Have you ever been poor?” I told him that I would not call myself “poor,” but when I was a child, my family struggled to make ends meet. My parents both worked several jobs just to pay the bills, and we didn’t have a lot of “extras” that other kids had. But…we always had plenty! We had a comfortable home, food to eat, clothing to wear, and a big extended family that loved us dearly.
After my siblings and I were grown and out of the house, my dad started his own business and did quite well. My parents were then able to enjoy some of the “plenty” that Paul talked about. When we were growing up, my mother wore the same dresses for years. Later, she filled the closets with beautiful clothes and enjoyed wearing them. My parents were able to travel and eat at nice restaurants and relish these “extras.” I wouldn’t say they ever had “too much” – or that they were what many would consider “wealthy,” but they were far better off materially than when we were young.
When I was in second grade, my dad worked away from home as a welder on construction of the Kerr-McGee Navigation System on the Arkansas River. For many months, Daddy worked in Gillette, Arkansas. He would get up early on Monday mornings and drive to south Arkansas to work all week…and on Friday nights, he would drive home after work. A few weekends, we drove down to visit him instead. It was a long, dreary drive.
Every Sunday night as Daddy tucked me into bed, I cried. I knew he would be gone Monday morning when I woke up. Daddy told me, “I need to do this so you can have money to buy a horse and other extra things you kids want.” When I was in fifth grade, my family moved to Oklahoma for six months – again for Daddy to work on the lock and dam construction. My brother was physically sick most of the time with fevers and sore throats…and my sister and I were heartsick and homesick, and we all three cried often to “go home.” Mother and Daddy enjoyed having extra “spending money” – taking us shopping and out to eat in Muskogee, and not worrying about the bills. But they finally gave up and moved us back to our home in Heber Springs.
This is what Paul is trying to tell us…our joy is not found in “things” – or even in abundance of some sort. Our joy, peace, and hope are found in the assurance of Jesus Christ to help us face anything. My siblings and I enjoyed new Barbies and other toys, always having candy bars in the fridge, and those shopping sprees. But we loved living near our friends, grandparents, and other relatives even more. We loved the comfort and safety of our childhood home. We would rather not have an allowance – or a horse, dance lessons, and new bicycles – and have our daddy home all week. Being “rich” was not important to us…but being together with those we loved was critical. (And for the record, my brother got well almost instantly after we returned to Arkansas! He was literally homesick!”)
Listen when I tell you that “rich” people get sick and die. They have addictions, relationships issues, and are subject to personal trials and tragedies of all kinds. “Rich” people need Jesus just as much as “poor” ones. Money and things do not actually make us “wealthy,” popular, or successful – it’s all about our relationship with Christ. If we focus on living for Him and serving as He commands, we will always feel His presence and power. He will stand in the gap and make all the difference in every circumstance.
I cling to the last verse of this passage. Christ truly does give me the strength to face anything. When all else is stripped away, I still have Jesus in my life – and that will always be more than enough. In Christ, I am always at “home.” What about you? Alleluia!
©2023 Debbie Robus