I’m Not Rich

Where Living Begins, Pastor Richard L Rice

My wife got a good laugh when I first began cutting my own hair. She’d sit down next to me in the evening and begin laughing hysterically. “Did you cut your hair today?” she’d ask.


Between gasps for breath she’d answer, “Because you missed a big streak of hair down the back of your head!

I’ve gotten much better at using the electric clippers on myself. You can call me cheap, but as a mostly bald-headed man, I refuse to pay $20 a week to have someone else cut my hair to my scalp. If my head looks like the back of a skunk, well, that just happens to be the way I like it!

Money is one of those things we all take seriously. We can always compare ourselves to someone else and conclude, “I’m not rich,” but we need to remember this important truth:

Command those who are rich in this present age not to be haughty, nor to trust in uncertain riches but in the living God, who gives us richly all things to enjoy. Let them do good, that they be rich in good works, ready to give, willing to share (1 Timothy 6:17-18).



2 thoughts on “I’m Not Rich

  1. This post has got me thinking now . . . My once ‘receding hairline’ has receded far enough where it now looks like the ‘runway’ on Heathrow Airport! You get the idea . . . so even though my visits to the Barber have decreased, I am wondering whether I should stop visiting him altogether and just clip the few strands I have left by myself. Why pay the barber fifty bucks if I can do it myself. And if I don’t get it right who cares now . . . It’s not like I’m getting ready to ask someone to Prom . . . I’m a married man now with two grown up boys! I could use that fifty bucks for a loaded cheese burger . . . just saying.

    1. My childhood pastor used to jokingly say that he envied the many ways women could wear their hair because men have only 3 possible hairdos: parted on the side, parted in the middle, or departed. I’ve worn the departed style more than 30 years now and it’s rather “grown” on me.

      Bless you in Jesus’ matchless name.

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