What’s Your Value?

At a weekly bible study, we were having a discussion about self worth and value.

Here’s the idea: if you have a high value, which you do, in Christ, then you have have worth, high worth.  However, if you place yourself among people or if you give yourself/ your time to those who don’t know and appreciate your value, they can easily use you and throw you away.

For instance, if you gave a $100 bill to a child, they might examine it, pull at it, crumple it, and tear it.  The child lacks the knowledge of how much that bill is worth.  But say you gave that $100 to an adult, maybe someone who’s struggling financially.  It’d be safe to say that they’d take better care of that bill.  They’d carefully put it in their pocket, guard it, and spend it wisely.  The adult knows the value of that bill and how hard it is to earn it.

The Takeaway: We, as believers, are worth something.  At times, we may not look like much to others yet we are of high value in Christ.  Let’s treat ourselves better than a $100 bill.  Let’s keep good company (friendships, relationships, and the like) and spend our time wisely:  Be around people who know how much you’re worth so they’ll take care not to crumple and discard you.

At the Foot of the Cross

Beautifully sung by Arden Cho.

We all get burdened at one time or another.  We worry, we become anxious, we mull over things that we may not even be able change.  All this is in vain, really, because as believers we are taught to leave everything to God’s will.

This song is a great reminder to leave all your worries, cares, and anxieties at the cross.  Bow down at the Lord’s feet and submit your cares to Him.  Relieve your burden, and pray that His Almighty will be done.

Nightclub Who? The Hottest Place to be on NYE is Church.

I wrote that correctly.

Here’s the thing.  For many years I always dreamed that I’d be celebrating New Year’s Eve at the hottest nightclub in town, at a V.I.P. table, surrounded by all my friends, music pumping, dancing w/o a care in the world, counting down, toasting the new year with a glass of some obscenely-priced champagne in hand.  Um hmm.  Also, I dreamed of a beach NYE vacation: ringing in the new year in a bikini or the like, whilst watching a mind-blowing fireworks show from the sandy shores.  But that hasn’t happened (yet?).

This NYE I decided to celebrate in church.

It was a great service.  Pastor preached what he jokingly called “the [best] service of [his] life.”  Jokes aside, he preached a sermon powerful enough to carry us through an entire year.

Afterward, I came home feeling like I had another stop to make.  I felt I needed to be at some after-midnight-festive get-together etc.  Why?

Confession #1: at this point in my life and spiritual walk, nightclubs and similar environments aren’t too appealing.  Yet, I felt I wanted an additional celebration. Oh, the contradictions of life!  I questioned myself, “was church not enough?”

I wandered in my thoughts and found my answer.

Tonight’s service was all that I needed.  I may have wanted more.  But I had all the celebration, worshipping, spiritual guidance, and fellowship necessary.

Confession #2: I wasn’t invited anywhere else.  There were no text or email blasts sent to me.  No friends or party promoters (who mysteriously become exceptionally friendly when they need me to attend their events) inundating me with invites to celebrate the new year here and there.  Nothing of that sort came to me.

Here’s how I made peace with my FOMO (fear of missing out) worries.  If I was supposed to be anywhere else, I’d have been invited to everywhere else.  Church was where I had to be.  Sure, the sanctuary is open to all.  V.I.P. tables and entrances that falsely purport an air of exclusivity don’t exist at the worship house.

No matter how drab going to church and consecutively going to bed in my ripe young years (HA!) sounds it really is all the celebration I needed.

Tonight, I celebrated God and my religion (so-to-speak) with people who share similar spiritual views.  FOMO be gone.

My new year is happy as it needs to be.  I hope yours is too.  2 hours in and counting…

Author’s Note: This post was written on 1 January… 120 minutes past the new year.