I HAVE A DIRTY LITTLE SECRET: I hate working out! I do it because at almost age 60, I want to make a difference for Jesus for many more years to come; also, I want to live long enough to see my daughters graduate college and get married. I want to die only when I’m holding one of their babies in my arms and, after looking lovingly in the child’s eyes, I whisper, “I love you, little Stevie….” then, suddenly, I’ll keel over.
The Bible asks rhetorically, “Don’t you realize that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit,
who lives in you and was given to you by God? You do not belong to yourself, for God bought you with a high price. So you must honor God with
your body.” (1 Corinthians 6:19-20) Sadly, too many of us have
not taken care of that sacred place where Jesus dwells. Instead of a temple
made for him, we look more like the restroom of a Golden Corral after a
Since the emphasis of the Good Book stresses a holy walk with the Lord by reading and obeying His Word, there is not a lot of stress on physical exercise, though the Apostle Paul does say to a young pastor named Timothy, “for physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come.” (1 Timothy 4:10)
When I was lean and mean in my twenties, I promised myself that I would never become a fat man in the bath tub, and would never sport a huge, protruding pot belly. Too many pastors preach about sinful excesses while barely able to buckle their pants. May I suggest that the two greatest secret sins in today’s America are laziness and gluttony Wait. Those are two of the seven deadly sins, are they not?
“Beloved, I pray that all may go well with you
and that you may be in good health, as it goes well with your soul.” (3 John
maintain good health so you can continue to witness for Jesus long into your
twilight years, please do not put it off until tomorrow. Start today. Several years ago, my youngest saw an advertisement on
the side of Joe’s Crab Shack restaurant that said: “FREE CRABS TOMORROW!” Laurel was soooo excited that
she couldn’t contain her enthusiasm and shouted, “Dad! Let’s come back
tomorrow and get free crabs!” I burst her bubble by explaining that
the sign would say the same thing tomorrow. And the tomorrow after.
When it comes to working out, tomorrow never comes.
There is always an excuse not to do it.