Loving God with All Your Might(s)

by Andy Wood on February 15, 2008

in Ability, Allocating Your Resources, Life Currency, LV Cycle, Spoofs

TreadmillI hate maintenance.  This is in defiance to everything my father faithfully tried to instill in me.  I want the dishes to morph into the dishwasher, the oil to change itself, and the lawn to live, but not grow.  So you can imagine how thrilled I was to get a reminder in the mail that I had an appointment with a treadmill, about 11 electrodes, and a sadistic nurse with a razor and sandpaper.  “Stress EKG.”  Ha!  I don’ need no stinkin’ treadmill to tell me I got stress.

It’s not about the treadmill, mind you.  I get on one about five times a year, whether I need to or not.  It’s about getting on the treadmill at the doctor’s office when I haven’t been on one at the gym in a while.  I needed some time to work out before the exam so the exam wouldn’t make me look like I hadn’t been working out.  Sort of like cleaning the house before the house cleaner comes.

By the way, speaking of treadmills, if you’re a baby boomer or need a minute to laugh at one, check out Walt Handelsman’s hilarious spoof of “Born to be Wild.” 

So anyway, I kept thinking, if I could just put this off for a month or two, I might have time to get back to my workout routine so conveniently interrupted by the holidays.  By “holidays” I mean Labor Day and beyond.

Might.

Yesterday I was reading Kyle Wiley’s blog and he reminded me of my might.  Different context.  He was referring to Deuteronomy 6:5, and God’s command to love Him with all my heart, soul, and might.  Heart?  I get it.  Soul?  No problem.

But might

I’d been loving God with my “mights.”  I might get some more sleep or exercise.  I might get around to taking care of whatever it was I was procrastinating.  I might call that old friend, do that thoughtful project, send that grateful email.

But might?

No fair! My son-in-law is quick to tell people he’s not a body builder; he’s a strength conditioner.  I just tell people he’s a brick with arms and legs, a soul and a brain.  But I’m pushing 50.  I’ll be a grandfather in a couple of months.  Doesn’t that give me some kind of pass from “might” to “mights”?

I looked up the word.  Note to Bible scholars:  when trying to duck out of something, you should probably avoid the Greek or Hebrew.  It just layers on the conviction.  The word for “might” means “vehemence.”  It’s been translated “vehemently,” “wholly,” “speedily,” “diligently,” and “mightily.”  “Love God with all your strength,” some translations say.

Oh, and about that age thing.  Moses was about 120 years old when he reminded Israel of this.  What’s your excuse?  I just lost mine.

So what am I – and what are you – doing to love God with all our strength?  This is what Kyle had to say about it:

This is lost on many of us. As I explained to a bunch of youth kids on Sunday morning, every single thing we physically do, from sleeping to eating to hanging out with our friends to making a bone-crunching tackle on the football field or rugby pitch to playing a musical instrument, writing a poem, or painting a picture, should be done with the idea in our heads that it is glorifying God. Not us, not our families, not our schools, but our Savior. Every single ounce of anything we do is designed to glorify the One who gave us the ability to do it. Anything else is idolatry.

One more thought, and the real LifeVesting point of it all:  What am I – and what are you – doing to increase or maintain our strength, to be able to offer it to God tomorrow?

So I got up early, skipped my coffee (arrrgh!), and headed off to the appointment with the cardio-nazi.  I stumbled up to the desk and told them why I was there. 

“Mr. Wood,” he said, “your appointment isn’t until 1:30.”  I had lost the appointment letter.

“I’m going to have to reschedule,” I said, smiling on the inside.  “Can I come back in a month?”

Now I have time to clean up.  In more ways than one.

{ 3 comments… read them below or add one }

Daddy February 15, 2008 at 9:01 am

Don’t worry, Be Happy! They no longer use the sandpaper before applying the contacts all over you. I went from them using a drill motor to BURN each spot, to sandpaper and not, they just simply stick them on.

Also, they will now just get you to the point of almost having a heart attack and the treadmill is at about a 45 degree angle when they turn it off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JoAnne Wood February 15, 2008 at 9:08 am

So, when is the appointment?? Sounds like you have time to get in shape. Git to it!!!!!!!

Terry Richardson February 19, 2008 at 12:50 pm

Welcome to the world of “Senior Citizen” Andy! I know, you’re not there yet, but, you’re getting a taste of what’s in your future. An internist friend of mine tells me there are two kinds of men . . . those with prostate problems, and, those who WILL have prostate problems. At the ripe old age of 59 (this month!), I’m in the first group. So, drink your cranberry juice often, get your PSA checked annually, and, “get over it” . . . Ha!

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