I love this man.
Jacked for Christ? Don’t think so.
I work out a lot. I’ve been thinking - why do people work out? It is because they personally want to look “good” - when THEY look in the mirror THEY know THEY look great regardless of other people? Or do we work out in order for other people to confirm we look “great”? The “other people” meaning other humans who are going through the exact same thought process about…well, looking great?
What does “looking great” even mean? A six pack? big arms? Or just skinnier than we were before?
In the past year I have honestly spent most of my free thinking time, pondering the physical image of my body. Why though? Do people actually care how fit I, Corey Cott, am?
If Jesus lived in our society, 2011, even America for that matter, would he have worked out a lot? You laugh, but seriously, would Jesus have cared about being in good shape? Vegan? Vegetarian? Late night Wendy’s binge eater?
The entertainment/acting business is such a lie sometimes - pounding the message into us to be ourselves, always be true to who you are as an artist. YET, subliminally vomiting in our faces if we don’t have the sickest body in the room. No six pack? No job.
Or does it go way beyond this business? Oh, it definitely does. I mean look at every other commercial on TV advertising how to get fit, usually in the quickest, most impractical ways possible.
Every brand of food nowadays advertises some sort of way it is saving you “5 GRAMS OF FAT LESS THAN THESE NAME BRAND FATTY FOODS!”
Maybe I am being relentless. It is good to be fit, right? Healthy, good for the environment, and all that.
But what if I dedicated just as much time to loving Jesus and people in my life as I dedicated to my body? I don’t know, it just struck me today how much time I spend on me, and my body, and what I eat, and how I can be jacked, instead of how I can better the Kingdom of God.
