CLUB FITNESS (that’s my gym)
We pay all this money to join these health clubs. We make these plans to work our way into a bikini (or whatever you’re trying to wear with your Christian-self) and oftentimes after the excitement of the first month our commitment to the “almighty” gym begins to fade. So we tell ourselves the excuses that we can live with–
“there’s not enough time”
“I still look good though”
“the instructors ‘suck’ anyway ”
Well,
maybe they do, but where there’s a will there is always a way. And surely we meant to frequent the gym far more than the New Year workouts that we spring into in an effort to keep our new resolutions. How long does that last anyway? a month!?!
You know, the gym doesn’t care about you showing up, because they get the check anyway. So, if the gym doesn’t care, then who will–oh, that’s right, that leaves YOU. And speaking of you, I wonder how many of us have raggedy, seasonal, jacked-up relationships with our faith.
CLUB FAITH (that’s my lifestyle)
Faith in action is like a workout for sure. Without some form of pressure faith has no expression. I look at it this way, upon arrival to heaven love is what dominates, not faith, because we will see God face to face & will know the things that we did not and could not know here. And there will be no need for faith because we will have “it” all, finally seeing, touching, feeling, smelling and truly knowing all the righteous & beautiful things that we have believed and sought after. Our new home will be a place designed by Love (1 John 4:8, ) with rooms set aside for us.
But here
on this side of heaven
faith
is fundamental.
And learning how to exercise that faith is key to breaking down the junk in our lives and building up the best of “we (me & you).”
Take me for example (the resident Gospel Nerve guinea pig for now–and I know I am not the only person with a jacked up pass, but anyway) I married the wrong man once. I know, because he tried to take me out on the honey moon & violence is a good indicator to get the heck out of dodge (in case you where wondering) while you still can. That incident of abuse has created pressure in my life, in my heart, in my head. And that pressure has caused me to take the faith that I have and PUSH against the drama that I feel until I am free of nightmares and fears and foolishness. To push and believe until I am so real with myself that the only thing left is the beauty that the Spirit of Truth brings. AND I am certain that I am not the only one going through. As a matter of fact, after we quit medicating our stupidity with excuses and crutch relationships the only options for us are
(1) to fall apart or
(2) to faith our way through.
I choose number 2, club Faith all the way. And the price, the BEST & the WORST of me from my heart to God’s hands, is not to steep.
Sign me up!
What about you?
MizJAI . . . finally learning to “work-out” like a champion
