Taking My Own Medicine
No I beat my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.
Have you ever been impressed with someone: their accomplishments; their ability to articulate ideas; and their knowledge and skill only to learn later it was just an act? How disappointed were you to discover someone you wanted to emulate was a fraud? The probability of your success to replicate their achievements was now in serious question. If they couldn’t do it, what hope was there for you?
My sphere of influence as a writer and occasional speaker is tiny compared to the apostle Paul’s. That doesn’t get me off the hook though. If I want others to take my thoughts and insights seriously, I need to take my own medicine. Failure to do so will be catastrophic.
When I address any audience, there’s one individual I have in my sight and zero in on. This person needs to hear and implement what I’m about to share. For me, they are the neediest one in the bunch. That person is me.
Sorry if this comes across as self-centered, but it’s true. God hasn’t retired and left me in charge. I don’t have it all together all the time. I’ve got more questions than I have answers. I’m grateful that people expend their most valuable resource, their time, and listen to what I have to say. They deserve more than just a dog and pony show from a seasoned performer.
I write about issues that God has his finger on in my life. Ouch. Should I question His love, all I need to do is read Hebrews 12:6, “…the Lord disciplines those He loves.” I’m in an endless state of correction so I guess that means God loves me a whole lot.
God desires we finish our race and win the prize. Along the way our paths may intersect with others who struggle and need help and encouragement. They don’t want a spin doctor but someone real who’s been where they are and may even be there now. They need some who’s faced the heat of battle and survived.
As our routes intertwine my desire is to be more than someone who makes a flashy presentation that’s all fluff and no stuff. Maybe I should rename my blog “Welcome to my Medicine Cabinet.” Feel free to partake if you find something helpful; there’s plenty to share. When you see me, if I have a funny, sort of painful look on my face you’ll know, I just got a dose of my own medicine. I needed it.