Wednesday reflection

 ✨ Reflection of the Day ✨

Today I rose at 4:15, thinking I was late, but by 4:20 I was already on the mat. My yoga flowed, my push-ups climbed past 620 before 6:30, and I could feel the body growing stronger. The discipline is my wealth.

Later, I went to church. The service was powerful — readings from Sirach and Luke, deep words about love and God’s presence. Yet, when I walked in, dressed the same as always, no preacher greeted me. If I had come in with a suit and a Lamborghini, they would have rushed to shake my hand.

This is what amazes me: the words are holy, but the actions are not carried out. Preachers speak of Christ’s love but look past the man who appears homeless. They honor titles, cars, and clothes more than spirit. That is not spirituality — that is control.

At another church, the bishop who could barely walk from gluttony was asked to pray for me. I thought, how can one who does not master his own appetite lead another in prayer? And yet when I spoke about it, I was told I was “judging.” But every day I am judged by appearance, by the clothes I wear, by the assumption that something is wrong with me.

Here is what I realized: I don’t need to become bitter. I don’t need to be like them. Their example teaches me to live differently. To treat every soul equally — the president and the man on the street the same. To walk in discipline, to eat with moderation, to carry love not only in words but in actions.

I am not discouraged. I am inspired. Because I see more clearly what my mission is: to embody what others only preach.

And so today, with gratitude, I say: God, make me a billionaire — not only in money, but in love, in health, in spirit, in discipline. Let my wealth be so real that no one can ignore it.