I have a lot of stuff.
When my wife and I moved into our house, we thought we’d be able to reduce some of the clutter that was beginning to fill up our 2-bedroom campus family dorm. What ended up happening was our house gave us more room for more clutter.
We aren’t really hoarders or anything like that though some things have sentimental value that are hard to let go of. A lot of the stuff we have is baby stuff which, of course, we know we can’t really do much about now having two babies and all. But outside of furniture, we just have a lot of stuff that sometimes, when I find, I think to myself, “When and why did I buy this?“
Furthermore, we might get an Amazon delivery to our house every week. I know for a fact right now that I am waiting on at least 3 packages from different places.
All this to say, yet again: I have a lot of stuff.
Part of why we keep a lot of stuff is because of the value. A lot of the time we keep it because it has sentimental value. But some of our stuff we keep because of monetary value. I’ll check the price on some of my basketball shoes that I am trying to sell to see if it’s up to date or if I could sell it for more. I’ll get an email now and again letting me know that the value of my house property has risen. One of my greater fears right now is that the value of my house will have dropped because we made a DIY gravel patio in our backyard. You would think it would add value to the home but I’m afraid it’s not super pretty so it may have done the opposite.
It’s very easy to get caught up in this concept of value and make the mistake that my value changes because of stuff. And not necessary the things that I own, but the stuff that makes me me.
An easy example: I am a pastor at a small church. Is my value as a pastor not as high as a pastor of a larger church? If my sermons are not as good, does that lessen my value to my members? How is that value measured? My pay? The offering basket? Baptisms? Confessions of faith?
A song that has been on my heart recently is a hymn written by Graham Kendrick and Keith and Kristyn Getty called ‘My Worth is Not in What I Own’:
It’s a beautiful song that I’ve heard plenty of times before. However, this season in my life has made this song suddenly resonate a little more strongly than it has before. Here are the lyrics:
Verse 1
My worth is not in what I own
Not in the strength of flesh and bone
But in the costly wounds of love at the cross
Verse 2
My worth is not in skill or name
In win or lose in pride or shame
But in the blood of Christ that flowed at the cross
Chorus
I rejoice in my Redeemer
Greatest treasure Wellspring of my soul
I will trust in Him no other
My soul is satisfied in Him alone
Verse 3
As summer flowers we fade and die
Fame youth and beauty hurry by
But life eternal calls to us at the cross
Verse 4
I will not boast in wealth or might
Or human wisdom’s fleeting light
But I will boast in knowing Christ at the cross
Verse 5
Two wonders here that I confess
My worth and my unworthiness
My value fixed my ransom paid at the cross
These words have been a shelter for my soul as I have been up and down with different circumstances that make me question my value in the eyes of friends, family, co-workers, and church members.
The truth that this hymn reminds me of is that my value and worth is not in my gifts, my skills, my weaknesses, my vocation, my looks, my success, my failures, or anything else other than the very precious worth Jesus Christ. He died for me in my place. His life is worth infinitely more than mine and yet it was sacrificed for my sake. That is my value. Not anything or anyone else.
I hope this encourages any of you who might be going through a season of life that is making you question your value and your worth. Have faith in Jesus who has redeemed you and loves you even now as you are because of His work on the cross.
