physical therapy, here we come!
Late at night, I get the most random realizations about life, love, Jesus, and how I should be living. Then I have to tweet about it so I don’t forget what I’ve learned in the morning. Let’s check my twitter to see what I learned last night… I have a foggy memory about it, but I’d rather have a clear picture.
Christians look out for the others’ good because we’re called to, not because the “niceness” of our actions will save someone.
Oh, there it is! And all of a sudden, that extra dose of caffeine I had this morning makes all the neurons fire and remember the thought process from 11:15 pm.
The reason I used to smile at people in the grocery store and hold the door open for the people behind me as I leave some place was because I had this absurd notion that if I was nice to them, they would all of a sudden realize that Jesus is Lord and that they need Him.
Not that God can’t strike someone with a holy realization in Cub Foods, but that’s not the real reason that we are supposed to love those around us.
It’s a calling, a command, to maintain a lifestyle that lives out the love that fulfills the law. Sure, it might make a huge difference in someone’s day that I flash my pearly whites at them and make a little friendly conversation while we wait at the hair stylist’s, and that is a happy byproduct of doing what God asks of me. So, now that I’ve diagnosed what my issue is, I can make my motives right.
I go the extra mile because Jesus did, because He asks me to. That higher calling makes it more worth the extra effort.
The other diagnosis I’ve gotten today was Achilles tendonitis. Ice, ice, ibuprofen, ice, rest, ice, and heel supports are the cure. Plus physical therapy.