Luci and I stepped through the door into the cool of our climate-controlled home. The sun was barely breeching the horizon, but the humidity was already peaking. A heat wave had begun. When the alarm in my head had gone off at 5:30 that morning, I'd quickly and quietly dressed, dashing out the door to get going before it became too oppressive. Just a word of caution, and this may be TMI, but as a public service I feel compelled to say: If you catch me walking my dog by the dawn's early light, DO NOT approach; chances are, I haven't even brushed my teeth (I can't risk waking other members of the Murphy household that early.) Fairly pleased with myself --it was just after 6 AM when we arrived back at home, and I already had at least two miles under my belt --I checked my app to congratulate myself. I mean, I didn't think of it that way; that is, until I looked down and noticed my phone was off. Huh? I'd approved a software update as I was getting my shoes on and never followed through. My pedometer, my workout calculator --everything was set to "0". 0 steps. 0 calories burned. 0 miles. I had nothing to show for all that work. And I was crestfallen.
Why? the voice in my head inquired. What difference does it make? Who are you trying to impress? What are those numbers supposed to mean anyway? All good questions, so I began to form some answers.
"Because I want to know if I've done enough work," I countered.
Enough what work? You eat what you need; you exercise as you should. Isn't that how it works? I mean, you eat to fuel your activity, right? Or is there something more?
Someone was turning this into a lesson.
I have lived with an "eating disorder" for as long as I can remember. I and others called it "bulimia" for years. I would eat for an entire day --anything I could get my hands on. The following day or two or three were spent starving myself and purging. Repulsed by my own behavior and able to feel the damage I was doing to myself physically, I'd promise myself reform. The following week I found myself in the same place. As I grew in the Lord, I began to name this behavior for what it was: idolatry and impenitence. Huh? Rather than call on the Lord when I was facing adverse conditions, I would call on food. Idolatry. To "cover" my offense, rather than repenting, I'd exercise ad nauseum, punishing my body for the sins of my soul because, of course, I am judge and jury. Impenitence. Arrogance and a bent toward self-righteousness as well.
Looking down at those zeros the other morning reminded me just how much I need Jesus. Why was I crestfallen? Why had I put so much value on steps and calories and distance? Because I still want to do things my way. Because I still have idols or fragments of idols remaining. Because I still value my own work --sometimes, if I'm being completely transparent, over the work of Jesus Himself. Because I still want to trust in what I see. Because old habits die hard and the old self, even harder. Because I need a Savior --One who has completed the work even when I can't feel it, One whose forgiveness is eternal and perpetual, One who demands I "go and sin no more" and One whose grace enables me to do just that, One who was in all points tempted as I am, One who intercedes for me, One who saves to the utmost, and the only One who is worthy of my worship. The only One who can turn those zeros into wisdom better than gold and insight more precious than silver!
How much better to get wisdom than gold!
And to get understanding is to be chosen rather than silver. ~ Proverbs 16:16