A Wealthy Man

I am a wealthy man…

Not as the world would define with riches of gold, for my inheritance is imperishable, birthed in Heaven, cross-crafted just for me.  My birth right was purchased at the highest price – with nails and wood, spear and crown of thorns.  How dearly loved I must be!

I am a wealthy man…for I have been invited to feast at the King’s table, not as a guest or servant but as a beloved son, engrafted in and given life where there once was only the stench of death.

I am a wealthy man…for I have been given an invitation to intimate communion.  The gift of life, hidden away just for me since before the world was even conceived. 

I am a wealthy man…for I have been given the promise of splendor in the fading bloom of my earthly body. 

I am a wealthy man…because I’ve walked through the pain of divorce and yet, by His grace, was given a second chance to experience the wonder of marriage as God intended.

I am a wealthy man…for I have marveled at the birth of one daughter even while being deprived of a relationship with another.

I am a wealthy man…for I have walked to the edge of the cliff with my son and yet seen the hand of Jesus intervene and save us from our demise.

I am a wealthy man…because I’ve walked many a lonely season with my guilt and shame and yet have been welcomed as a brother and fellow journeyman in another.

I am a wealthy man…because I have failed.

I am a wealthy man…because no matter how far I fell today, no matter how many times I failed, no matter how faithless my steps may have been, I have never been more loved, accepted and forgiven by my Father.

And for that, and all of these things, I am a wealthy man…