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.
Nothing motivates us to steward this temporary life more than the promise of an eternal one.
The "fitness is my witness" cliché? Sure. But like Max Lucado says, "It's your suffering that's a sermon."
Lord, here is all our praise, expressed from the top of our lungs.
Thank you, Billy Graham
we can have a low opinion of the opinion of others about us, but we can also have a low opinion of our opinion of us.
You need to employ your body. Inner godliness is to be displayed in outward acts of kindness
There is an inseparable unity between body, mind, and soul.
A few years ago, traveling with a friend and client, I was working, writing the first PrayFit book, doing my thing. Well, one busy day my friend and client called me over and said, "Jimmy, let's take a walk."
Speaking of present - eh - today is my birthday. In some ways I feel younger than the math would report, but in other ways I'd say the math seems just about right.
Your body is not your own. Your body is God’s, to be cared for as he demands, to be committed to his service.
Are you in the dark today, unable to budge? Fearful about something? Timid or unsure?
Lord, let my workout be as reckless and abandoned as those precious kids on the dance floor as they dance the night away.
Until then - with you - I will try and take care of my body, trusting God with the results while seeing them as His gifts.
Mountains are no match. Let's close our eyes, take a deep breath, exhale and utter those two precious and powerful words:
Temporary treasures. Perishable gifts.