How we handle our gifts and abilities could produce a truce. Where we go in times of sickness is a chance at a treaty. Isn't that the real point? It really isn't about being at peace with my body. God-forbid I minimize the topic down to the preservation of self-acceptance or being comfortable in my own skin.

Few things in life are pure. But sometimes moments of purity invite themselves into our world without notice, permission or apology.

God will glorify our bodies. That's not our job.

May our abilities and our disabilities, our personal records and our medical records,
carry a message to the world that, although we grow weary, a new body is coming.

It’s not to say that strength, growth and progress aren't - at times and under certain conditions - byproducts. But they are - under every circumstance - on loan. Temporary treasures. Perishable gifts.

What will we do when our loss of muscle, or our gain of bodyfat, our diminishing bone mass, elevated resting heart rate, our unrelenting atrophy, our irreversible disease progression, or our unmistakeable loss of strength testifies to the truth that we are made of dust, not iron. What will we do with Easter?

Despite this gift of grace and mercy, He didn't run to embrace Him. He didn't leap for joy, lift his hands in praise or kneel in worship. Why?

In as much time as it took a thousand runners to pass me by, I wrapped my leg in a makeshift tourniquet using stored gauze and as many white flags as I could find in my heart.

When I got sick a few years ago, my grasp of my mortality tightened and my sensitivity to the brittleness of my body heightened. I came face-to-face with a certain truth. That my physical limit wasn't my personal best; like some passing bench press (405lb.) or my squat (550lb.); imposters disguised as my potential. I list them only to help illustrate that those mountain-top moments didn't represent my personal best. No, the most strenuous minute I've ever filled came when I realized I would never attempt to best them.

For Lent, I’m giving up.
- Louie Giglio

That’s the pace I want to keep.

His perspective is our peace…

Thank you that you've numbered my days. Whereas when I was younger that truth seemed limiting, these days it's liberating. As the years claim their increase on me, so does my dependence on you.

Whereas when I was younger that truth seemed limiting, these days it's liberating. As the years claim their increase on me, so does my dependence on you.

Two things I pray for and cherish each day…God’s will for my life and any health He gives me to fulfill it.

We know the story, but please Jesus, we love it. Be born again.

The prodigal in pig slop doesn't preach, he pleads. He doesn't describe the mud, he kicks up dirt and goes home.

Spurgeon saw his disability as divine, his gout as godly and his suffering as safety. His greatest blessing wasn't wellness or strength or grit or ability or victory, but it was sickness, sorrow and loss

If this is where my story ends, just give me one more breath to say, "Hallelujah."  

Imagine. To be favored with illness. What would that do to our industry? Well, for this little corner of it, may the curtain we pull back this week be a source of perspective; a reservoir of comfort; a reminder that faith doesn't mean fitness. (It's almost absurd to clarify it, I know.) But may the curtain we pull back be the black velvet where God's love glitters. After all, like me, someone you know needs help finding the the door.

When Jesus rose from the grave, He gave us every reason we need to look alive. 

When the Lord Jesus made a friend of me, he certainly did not make a choice which brought him credit. - Spurgeon

When we peer into the empty tomb of Easter this weekend, that's the lens through which everything else in life can be seen, even our bodies

You know, I may not have the tools anymore, but the heart, I got. And as it turns out, it's all I need.

A little jogging and dieting to the glory of God wouldn’t hurt most of us.

All of the stirring of desire that swirls deep within my belly for my most prized objective was given to me by Jesus to be used on Him alone. 

we know who the award goes to

we have to be humble constantly and plan wisely. In every area of life, be it with quiet times, workouts, relationships, school, work...a humble heart and wisdom

the current annoyances and pains in my body (and the illnesses and aches of some very dear friends) give me an unavoidable opportunity either to whine or worship

Grace says I may not be pretty, but I will be beautiful.