Or touch his lady, or take his food, or steal his money, or curse his God. Beyond the inherent commandments given in the Bible, I take these as serious offenses that elicit grave consequences (not really the rhubarb, that’s just a line from the first Batman movie––take all the freakin’ rhubarb you want). I expect people to respect those particular elements in my life. I must confess though, I have not always followed my own advice. To whomever I have violated in any of these principles, I am truly sorry. I have never claimed to be a saint but that doesn’t excuse me from misconduct. I have been ashamed, as most of you have also, for things that I have done in the past. Though I can’t guarantee avoiding shameful situations in the future, I feel like I have learned enough not to repeat the same errors over again. Thankfully, He has forgiven me and I hope you will too.
If it makes you feel any better, you can have my Brussel sprouts.
Note: Don’t read into this. Those it applies to know who they are. Don’t sucker punch me next time you see me because you deduced from this that I messed with your woman, ate your French Fries, gambled with your money, or cursed your God (if ours is the same God, I love Him just like you do). This is about my conscience, not about your possessions.
My shoulders have been sore for the last couple of days. I know what you’re thinking, the sore muscles are from a New Year’s resolution? And you’d be right, except it’s probably not the resolution you’d naturally be thinking. It has nothing to do with being more healthy, at least physically anyway. It is the result of exercise though, that is, exercising my faith and building spiritual muscle.
So what does that have to do with my shoulders? As a way of deepening my walk with God, I am trying to raise the fervency and energy of my worship time. In so doing, I threw my arms up in the air as usual on Sunday but when they started to get tired, I pushed them up higher. And when the muscles began to burn, I praised right through it. I have no idea what Christ’s arms must have felt like when He hung on the cross but I know that for His sacrifice, I am grateful. Sore arms are the least I could do to show my gratitude. No pain, no gain!
Praise the LORD, O my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name. ~ Psalm 103:1
Lift up your hands in the sanctuary and praise the LORD. ~ Psalm 134:2
God works much like the automatic doors at grocery stores and other establishments. As we get closer to Him or His will, doors open for us. Keep in mind though that it does require a move on our part. If you stand outside just looking at the grocery store, the door will not open for you and you will not get into the store. You actually have to move toward the door for it to open and walk through to get in.
Want to get into God’s will? Move toward Him and walk through the doors that He opens for you!