“Godliness with contentment is great gain.”

Do you practice religion?

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What is religion but the belief that there is a God who is truly powerful over all?

Perhaps many of us have encountered a religious person or someone who calls himself religious but whose life is broken, useless, meaningless, and full of pain and suffering, devoid of hope, devoid of joy. How come?

“6 Of course, godliness with contentment is great gain. 7 For we brought nothing into the world, so we cannot carry anything out of it. 8 But if we have food and clothing, we will be content with these.”
1 Timothy 6:6‭-‬8 BSB

https://bible.com/bible/3034/1ti.6.6-8.BSB

1 Timothy 6:6-8 shows us that if a person can be content, then his religion is beneficial.

But how do I find contentment?

How can I be happy and find contentment in the things I think about? What is real contentment?

If anyone knows how to be grateful and be happy that s/he has food to eat and clothes to wear, then religion is of benefit to that person.

Each of us was born with nothing, and in our death, we’ll take nothing with us either.

If, by the grace of God, I will live by the teachings of the God I believe in, then I can live with thankfulness and be content each day.

Great Father, please open my eyes and my mind to learn and live with contentment. Fill me with Your Holy Spirit. Teach me to be thankful for the little things, to be faithful in the little things, so that when the time comes and You be willing to entrust me with bigger things in my family, school, and livelihood, Your Name will be glorified in my life, in the lives of my loved ones, and the people I meet each day. To You alone, Father God, be all praise and worship! This is my prayer and petition in the name of Your Son Jesus, my Lord and Savior.

“Sticks and stones…?”

Have you ever broken a bone?

The bone on my left pinky got broken when I was 9. It got stuck in the hinge of what could’ve been 8 or 10 feet of solid acacia door. My fault. I stifled a cry, the nail died a slow death but I healed fine.

I also have TMD (temporomandibular disorder). My best guess is it’s an injury from the vehicular accident I was in when I was 4. A panicky passenger with leather shoes stepped on my face as I laid partly conscious. It got me pinned between what was either the ceiling or the floor of the bus my pregnant mom and I were in. My mom and I (and my sibling in her tummy) lived through that day.

My left wrist snapped when I was training in MuayThai in my mid 20s. These days, when I spin my wrist, it makes a clicking sound. Pretty cool.

I wasn’t hospitalized for any of those injuries, no casts, no medications whatsoever. So I Googled up to check whether or not it’s true that bones grow back. I found this one from LibreTexts.

Meanwhile, while the nursery rhyme “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me,” negates the possibility of getting injured by words, I differ.

Words have power. Words can cut deep. Words can spark revolutions. And words…

“…and words are all I have to take your love away…” -BeeGees