I’m 25 days in, so I’ll put it in the newsletter: I used to smoke cigarettes. I do not any more. I have not for 25 days. I do not intend to resume the practice. I am done. I’ve tried (and failed) to quit before, but this time, it’s working. I’m wearing the patch. I’ve asked folks who see (and thus smell) me frequently to call me out if I’ve backslid. I even made a $5 bet with a friend of mine (and I am going to FRAME that fiver, folks). And honestly, this isn’t about not smoking; it’s about living a better life.
On Tuesday morning, Brian and I got up at 5:30 and headed to the gym. We both have fitness goals we want to work on, and have hired a personal trainer. Brian’s goals are Brian’s, and I have his permission to say that much. Mine are that I want to feel better. More energy, less sloth, and being intentional about my body, my diet, and my life. (I’m writing this on Tuesday, and I can move my fingers, so that’s good. My legs? Not as easily.)
I bring this up not because I want to brag, but for two pertinent reasons. One, when I talk about transformation—that encountering the divine and accepting the calling of Jesus Christ in our lives to Something More will change us—I mean it. Right now, I am content and yet, there’s a deeper, fuller life ahead. And two, that transformation is really, really hard. But it’s worth it. (I’ll be chanting that inside my head tomorrow when the alarm goes off at 5:30.)
This Sunday, we’ll be looking at two texts together—The Ten Commandments, and the Parable of the Rich Fool. What if the law was a calling to be intentional and directed towards a life more whole, more full, and more holy, rather than an injunction against bad behavior? What if part of our faith is letting go of that which is easy, that which is routine, and even that which is harmful, and pursuing something else that is abundant in its results though it comes at a steep cost? What’s the price of abundant life, anyway? I look forward to seeing you Sunday.