Enslaving my Body

Josh and I have been playing full tackle football with the neighborhood teens almost every other week. When we started I thought it was a great thing. I can get in shape and do minstry at the same time. (There is also the added benefit of being able hit those kids who like to run their mouths and it is ok)

Well that was all great when josh and I were joking about it beforehand but each time I play I realize a little more that I am no longer the 'juggernaut'. It seems that i am getting het as often as i am doing the hitting. I can be brought down. And you know what it hurts.

As I sit hear waiting for the train to come and take my broken carcass home, I am reminded of 1 Corinthians 9:27 that says: "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.

This verse became special to me after my last heart surgery. It is to easy to just accept out physical brokeness and become lazy but we don't have to we can get up every time we fall or are knocked down and do it again.

So as sore as i am i'll be back there in two weeks as soon as i mend from today