Over my time in our church one thing has raised its head, money.

I used to say money means nothing, but then it became less and less. So now, I say, I like money, but I love my father much much more.

I observe people and it can be anyone, either I know personally or I have worked with.

And money, when they get it, they become obsessed, it seems to override common sense.

My mum taught me well; she taught me to appreciate things but never lose yourself. If you are happy within yourself and with who you are, then you do not ever need to go and impress anyone.

Once I was taken to a house, the statement, he has a Bentley in the garage. I looked at the person and then back at the guy and said, “sorry, but I don’t care, I am here to meet you, what you have, does not impress me or change my view”.

Now, this world, that last statement, is very rare, that someone, would not be impressed by your wealth or status, but see the individual as they are. This is something I have always done, I will treat someone with holes in their pants the same as someone with several zeros in their bank, to me they are important and that is it, end of.

But, when people are impressed by a Prada bag or a Bentley or jewels, I think what about their souls, why is an object more important than the person.

That is where I believe the world has gone wrong, yes, I would love to have endless amounts of money, but I do not see why it would define me any differently. Yes, you need to be watchful and smart, definitely quiet, but my personal value doesn’t change, and I don’t see why it ever should.

I am still me; I still love my father, I can still appreciate a bargain and that’s okay.