I know exactly how I got fat. It’s not a mystery, it’s not a
glandular problem, it’s not aliens abducting me in the middle of the night and
force-feeding me chocolate cake and ice cream. I’d always had a predisposition
to weight gain, and traveling nine months out of the year while eating truck
stop cuisine didn’t help matters much. Couple that with spending most days in a
car, in a hotel, or going out to the nearest greasy spoon after evening
service, and incrementally, almost imperceptibly the waistline started
expanding.
You don’t put on fifty pounds in a week. If we did, I think
the alarm bells would start going off much clearer. What happens, is that you
put on fifty pounds over the course of three, four years, and it’s such a slow,
snail’s pace sort of progress, that it gives most people cover when they refuse
to acknowledge what is happening.
No, I was never one of the people that blamed his wife for
shrinking his shirts. I knew what was happening. It wasn’t as though a consistent
diet of pizza by the slice and gas station corn dogs would make me into an
enviable physical specimen.
I kept telling myself that sometimes we make bad choices for
the right reasons, because, let’s face it, those 800 miles from Colorado to
Wisconsin weren’t going to drive themselves, and actually taking forty-five
minutes to sit down and have something resembling a meal was a luxury one could
not afford. We were doing the Lord’s work, and that required sacrifice, don’t
you know.
Far too often, we have the same attitude toward what we
consume spiritually, as I did toward what I consumed physically. We try our
hardest to excuse our bad behavior. We come up with justifications, we twist
ourselves into pretzels, because we just don't want to admit to ourselves that
we are lazy, distracted, and unwilling to take the extra time to make sure that
what we are receiving and allowing to provide nourishment to our spiritual man
is actually beneficial to our spiritual man.
We can all spot the glaring deceptions when we hear them,
like universalism, or Jesus having lied about the reality of hell, at least
most of us can. What is harder to pick apart if we are unwilling to take the
time and iron it out Biblically, are the small things, the seemingly
imperceptible things, that become cumulative over time, and we wake up fifty
pounds heavier without realizing it.
Every journey begins with one single, solitary step, and so
does deception. As is the case in the physical, spiritual junk food tastes
good. That’s just the plain fact of it. Sure, there are aberrations like my
daughter who prefers broccoli over chocolate, but for the most part, junk food
tastes good, and that’s why it’s a billion-dollar industry.
When someone finally realizes that they’ve been feeding their
spiritual man junk food for the longest time, they have to reacquaint
themselves with nutritious spiritual food, and that will take some doing. Their
spiritual palate has been formed to enjoy unhealthy things, so the first time
they get a big helping of truth, it may taste bitter, or wholly unpleasant.
It’s like having a nice big salad, after not having seen
anything green on your plate for a year. It’s a shock to the system. Your taste
receptors begin to rebel, you feel as though you've been sentenced to hard time
in a gulag, and that's when you have to make the conscious choice to keep
chewing, and swallowing, and chewing some more.
For many a soul, the truth is so uncomfortable to stomach
once they've given themselves over to deception, that they just shut themselves
off to the idea that the truth exists, and is easily accessible.
The reason truth is so uncomfortable for those living in
deception is the same reason diets are so difficult for those who need to drop
some serious pounds; they both require permanent change, both in attitude and
in actions.
You make the conscious choice to choose wisely every time you
are confronted with a choice!
Instead of reaching for ‘Prosperity Explosion 2019, Why YOUR
Financial Breakthrough Is Only One Seed Away!', you try to work your way
through the first chapter of Romans and understand the depth of it, perhaps for
the very first time.
Instead of embracing the notion that no one goes to hell,
ever, no matter the depth of their rebellion, you start going through the Word
and discovering those uncomfortable passages about men being cast into outer
darkness where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth.
Everything hinges on choice. As I said, I know how I got fat.
All I have to do to stop getting fatter is to stop doing the things I know made
me fat in the first place.
With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.
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