When I was in college, I had a friend named Moses Beauregard Fritz. I have always known him as such. His father and mother always called him Mosie… which I assume is the nickname for Moses. He grew up in Kentucky. I learned that in Kentucky calling people by their nicknames is more common. Nobody is ever called by their birth name. But at one point I had to write a check to him, and I wrote, “Moses” and he said to me, “Oh, you have to use my real name.” I was shocked, “I thought Moses was your real name!” For over four years, I knew Moses as Moses. But he then reveals that his name is Robert Keith Fritz. WWWHHHAAAATTTT!!!! “How in the world did you go from Robert Keith Fritz to Moses Beauregard Fritz? And Mosie is the nickname of your nickname?” In classic fashion he says, “I dunno.” Nice.
Choi, Choi-Boy, Change, Chewy, Troy, Asian Sensation, Korean Wonderboy, and Pocket Change, and PC. Those are the nicknames that I have been called up to this point. Each one of these nicknames has a certain story of why I am “named” as such. But a nickname, is just certainly that, a nickname. A nickname does not define who you are as a whole human being. You may come with multiple nicknames in your lifetime, but none of those names really tell your entire life story.
I was thinking about nicknames because as I was studying scripture during my daily devotionals I have come to realize the incredible names of Jesus. Jesus Christ, the Messiah, Son of God, Son of Man, Emmanuel, Lord, Master, the Word. Now I am sure I am leaving a few names out of this blog. But isn’t that astounding to think about the amount of names Jesus has been called in His lifetime. Each one of those names does not completely tell the entire story of Jesus, just parts of it. Each of those names of Christ cannot define Jesus 100%, only giving us bits and pieces to Jesus’ true identity and nature.
Even so, thin about the names of God! YHWH, I Am, Lord, Father, and the numerous idioms and metaphors for God. That is a lot of names and a lot of definitions. So why does Jesus and God have so many names? Well, I really have no idea why. But to me I think those names are personal to people who can identify easy to certain names that bring a certain meaning. Also possibly the many names of God and Jesus has its purpose that they cannot be easily put in a box with a simple definition. God and Jesus should be complex for all of us! To think that we know for certain who Jesus and God is fully is absolute arrogance.
So just think about your name or nicknames you have had in your life. At some point you were defined as a certain person, but 20 years from now, you might not be that person anymore. You have grown up, and grown out of certain names. Even you life, and life’s direction is just as mysterious and complex than you realize. So just remember, if you find your life to be complex and that naming for you has certain meaning that had its place and time, think about how much more so that is with Jesus and God.
What you know about God and Jesus when you were 5 years old may be quite different to how you identify with God and Jesus today, and it will be much different 10 years from now as well. God is always revealing not just who you truly are, but also revealing who He really is as well.
A lot of decision making is happening for our family this week.
Norah, on Wednesday will have to miss school because she is going to go to Greensburg, PA to get dental surgery done. She was unfortunately blessed with weak enamel. Since she was a baby her teeth have always been a bit weak. Even though we brushed two or sometimes three times a day, reducing her sweets, her teeth still have issues. She will have her front teeth extracted in order to give her new teeth space to come out, and she will get some crowns on her molars. She will not be able to eat anything for a while, and I am so stressed about the drive, about the surgery, about everything.
Ben will be moving on to daycare in the fall. We found a place that can take him, and I have a bit anxiety over that as well. Last time he went to daycare, he threw up all day, went through all of his clothes, and I picked him up later that day, without any clean pants. Not too mention for months Ben was unhappy, and getting bit 2 out of the three days he was there. He knows what’s going on and every morning he looks at me and says “no school.” I guess he was traumatized enough. He is also going through the difficulties of being ultra-resistant to potty training. Not fun for mom and dad.
Eunkyung has to make a big decision what it comes to her internship. She received a phone call that really puts a lot of stress on the table. She is handling it with grace, and she soon will have to make a decision on what to do next. I will spare all the details. Nothing bad happened, but just an important decision she’s got to make.
So, today in order keep my anxiety on check, I went fishing at Glendale lake. Well, instead of relieving my stress, I only increased it even more! God gave me the opportunities to hook into a lot of fish… 8 times I hooked up, but somehow, some way, I get zero fish on the bank. I even lost two big bass and one possible muskie or pike. In the process I lost three hooks, two tungsten weights, one chatterbait, and one swimbait by getting it snagged in the bottom. It was a rotten frustrating day of fishing. Never had a day like that. Brutal. I got to get focused in setting the hook at the right time, especially when every fish at Glendale Lake was aggressively feeding.
It’s only Tuesday, but man… I feel like everyone in the family is going through some big decision making (expect me, really… I mean… other than fishing techniques). But that is all OK, because every decision we make, can always change the outcome for better. Every challenge that God gives us only gives us the opportunity to analyze each situation to prepare for the future. Regardless, of the situations, the future is always going to look bright.
There is a lot to think about in my head, but I am happy to be in these moments of life. Rise up to challenges, be patient, don’t get too worked up, keep trying, and push forward to the best of your ability. Make every decision with conviction and stick with it. We will all have weeks or days like this and it reminds me evermore to take everything that is in my head to God with prayer.
Prayers for Norah, Ben, and Eunkyung… and my wacky fishing day! Through prayer we show our dependence to God and with God’s help we will find peace, fortitude, and grace. So I am looking forward to these bits of stress because I know it will give me more perspective in the future. Thanks be to God for everything that life may throw at us! Amen.
By the way, my fishing day literally cost me, close to $15.00 of lost items… yikes.
So… how bad is it going to be over here in central PA, specifically in Altoona. The last time the Brood X cicadas hit their 17-year cycle, I was at Hanover College. I can specifically remember that the entire ground was covered in cicadas. You could not take one step without stepping on one of these critters. I remember the deafening sounds. I can remember driving in my car and my windshield being covered in cicada guts… it was quite a summer.
But where are they? Aren’t they supposed to be here? I know my friends in Cincinnati and Maryland are getting them right now, but I haven’t seen or heard one here in central PA? Maybe here in Altoona we don’t get them?
Here is the thing. My son Ben is terrified of flies and bees. He got scared of them because a little beetle that my daughter was holding about a year ago, flew out of her hand and right onto Ben’s face. He totally freaked out. Now, I am dealing with his odd phobia. Basically, anything that flies around, he gets terrified, other than birds and butterflies. The fly could be a gnat, and he gets all shook up. I really have no idea how he is going to react when he comes face to face with the brood x horde.
But I am hopeful that the brood x horde might actually help him get over the fear of flying things. Face your fears, right? (well except for the fear that flew into his face a year ago) But the best way to get over your fear is to face it and overcome it. Begin to realize that there is nothing to be scared of whatsoever.
Faith is an act of facing your fears and the unknown path that it leads. We are constantly bombarded with things we are taught to be afraid of. Just a few weeks ago, the Colonial Pipeline got hacked and the entire state of Maryland freaked out. People rushed to horde on gasoline, as if it is the end of the world. I knew this because my family traveled to Maryland and there were zero places selling gasoline. But I had faith that we had enough gas to bring us back home to safe, secure, unafraid central PA. Fear can make us do crazy things. Afterall, remember the beginning of the COVID-19 pandemic and how it was impossible to find any toilet paper and hand sanitizer? Yikes.
Living with faith is all about trusting in people, trusting your community, and trusting in time. All of those things can be scary at times. For the past couple of years media has taught us to fear our neighbor, taught us that this country is divided, and that time is running out!
We forget that patience is a virtue, and that all good things happen when we wait. But also, faith teaches us to face those unknown tangibles in our life. We meet and greet people with a pure heart, without any malice or suspicion. We trust that no matter how bad things get, time is actually on our side. We meet our fears with faith.
So, for Ben, my 3-year-old son, brood x cicadas might be coming. It might be scary at first, but let’s face it together. And if he can’t shake that fear off this summer, then well the good news is that you won’t see them until the next 17 years.
So, yesterday I had to make a trip to Med-Express, everything is fine, nothing to worry about. I went there because I ended up on the wrong end of a fishing hook. Yep… I got hooked waaaaayyyy past the barb. It was my stubbornness that got me hooked.
So, Ben and I went to Glendale Lake to catch a bunch of bass that were all pushed up shallow. Well, bunch of bass turned out only to be one because I got hooked. How did this happen? Well, I got my fishing lure stuck in a mesh mat and it wasn’t too far off the bank, so I thought I could just reach in there and go get it. The water being ultra-clear, I can see everything on the bottom. I thought it wasn’t very deep. I was mistaken. I thought only my arm would get wet, turned out the water was about chest high and I was in a pickle.
My stubbornness told me, well you’re in it now, so just full send it! So I listened to my ego and just dove for it. I got to my lure, and apparently someone else’s lure got stuck in the same location. As I was grabbing my lure, my thumb caught the other lure’s hooks. I gave a yank to pull my lure out, but unfortunately, that yank, caused that other lure’s hook to dig into my thumb and break off. I had no idea what was going on when I climbed back up.
I was soaking wet, and now bleeding. One random fisherman noted, “Hey man, your thumb is bleedin’!” Looked at it, sure enough I see a curved piece of metal sticking straight into my thumb. So, I proceeded to get this thing out. There are two methods in getting a fish hook out… one is to push it through to the other side and the second one is a strategic straight pull. The hook was way too deep to push through the other side, so it was a straight pull.
Now, just so you know… if you do not have any confidence or tolerance to pain, I would not recommend anyone to do this. Just go to the ER. If you do this incorrectly, a lot of damage can be done. So do not ever do this, unless you know how to and you have a high tolerance of pain. Ok.. just wanted to get that out.
So, I have never been hooked past the barbs of a fishing hook before, but I have yanked hooks out for other people many of times. Unfortunately, the straight pull method usually required two people to do it effectively. Unfortunately, only Ben was around and the other two fishermen, didn’t have the confidence to preform this minor surgery. So I did it myself, it worked, went to the car and started to wash my hands with bottled waters, make sure that there was no foreign object in my finger, and then put iodine and rubbing alcohol on the wound. Used medical gauss to stop the bleeding and then wrapped it with a band aid, and decided to go to med-express because I have no idea how long it has been since I got a tetanus shot. I figured a tetanus shot would be a good idea since I had a rusted dirty hook jabbed in my thumb.
Med-express took about 2 hours for them to see me. It was a long wait. So many people, so little workers. Reminds me of that Bible passage in Luke 10 that says “The harvest is many but the workers are few.” The nurse who tended to me was super nice, but I knew he had a long day. He asked me, “Do you have any known allergies?” 3 times during the course of 5 minutes. Rough day man… It’s not easy being a health care worker when you are totally understaffed. He gave me a tetanus shot, which hurt like crazy!
So… it’s today now. My thumb, looks like it had better days, but really not too bad. Can’t type with it well, so I am trying to avoid putting any pressure on it. My left arm, which is the arm that I got my tetanus shot at, still very sore and tender. Apparently it is going to be like that for a few days. So I am moving slowly, and just being careful.
What have a learned throughout this ordeal? Number one, you ego, your stubbornness is what got you in trouble in the first place. It is vital, to put that aside. Sometimes you just have to cut your losses and move on. Number 2, show your appreciation to all healthcare workers you see. Tell them thank you and never complain if something is taking too long. There are reasons, and they are going through a lot of work, and they do it respectfully, so be respectful to them. God bless you all. Take care of yourself and always be safe.
I’m just going to say it. I have been losing an insane amount of hair in the past three weeks. I originally thought that it must have been connected to my rapid weight loss. I thought that it was because I wasn’t getting as much nutrients as I was when I was overweight. But after some research into my family history. I have the male pattern baldness in my genes passed on my mothers side of the family. I was shocked… still sorta shocked, but also relieved that it isn’t anything serious.
It’s funny because, I never knew my family had male pattern baldness until now. So I really had no time to prepare myself in this moment as I am 40 years old. My mother had 6 sisters. My mother never knew her father, he died in the Korean War, when my mother was really little, so it was possible that He never had signs of balding. Then after much conversation, we realized there are two cousins that are male, on my mothers side of the family, who are balding. Nice. I must say, though, I am relieved. I am happy to know that what I am going through is normal, and that I do not have any kind of health issue.
But, I feel a bit stressed, trying to imagine what I would like with little or no hair. I have always had thick dark hair, and now I am coming to the realization that most of it might be going away at some point in time. Trying to think about whether I should do the comb over or just shave the whole thing. It is too early to think about it, I just have to wait until it happens.
I don’t think about it during most of my day, except when I take a shower, then I just see on the drain this insane amount of hair that used to be on my head! It is bonkers how much hair is on the drain! It looks overwhelming to me. But that’s life right? The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away!
So now I have a new favorite Bible story. It is found in 2 Kings 2:23-24. “From there Elisha went up to Bethel. As he was walking along the road, some boys came out of the town and jeered at him. “Get out of here, baldy!” they said. “Get out of here, baldy!” He turned around, looked at them and called down a curse on them in the name of the Lord. Then two bears came out of the woods and mauled forty-two of the boys.” It’s so wild that this story is in the Bible. Like out of nowhere, right?
Well honestly, modern translations to this story didn’t do the best job in translating this story correctly. The story sounds like 2 female bears just murdered 42 children. And then the moral of the story is what? Don’t make fun of bald people or respect your elders or else? Now modern translations say “boys” or “little children” but that might not be correct. I’ll have to explain in next week blog about this, because it involves A LOT of explaining and A LOT of background story. But for now, the moral of the story for me, is I hope to never call on a curse on anyone because of my baldness! But also happy to know that can be an option I may have at my disposal! Just kidding.
Luke 12:7 states that God knows the number of hairs on your head. But can God tell me, how many hairs will I have left? I guess I’ll find out later. I will have to come back to this blog when I turn 50 to find out!
Last week on Sunday, the sermon was on the passage found in John 15:1-8. I want to focus on one verse, that I didn’t focus on while preaching. But it is very interesting to keep this in mind.
In verse 2, in the NRSV version is states, “He removes every branch in me that bears no fruit. Every branch that bears fruit he prunes to make it bear more fruit.” And like in the NIV version it states as well, “He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes[a] so that it will be even more fruitful.” And as well King James version says something familiar. Basically what this means simply is that if you find yourself a branch that does not bear fruit… then good luck man… because you will be cut off the vine, and hence what Jesus says, the branch cannot survive on it’s own…. Or can it… let me explain later…. trust me.
Being a nonbearing fruit branch sounds pretty devastating doesn’t it? Really makes us think… I better do some good, bring people to church, get other people to be Christians, or something! It will give you a panic attack for sure! But what if you put in the right effort to be a fruit bearing branch, but no matter what you do.. it just seems like you cannot bear fruit! That’s gotta be frustrating! And it just doesn’t seem fair that because you didn’t bear fruit, even though you put in the work and effort to try to do so, that you would be cut off! Ouch! What a sting! And just doesn’t seem fair.
But here is an interesting note on John 15:2. Even though most modern translations translate it as “removing every branch in me that bears no fruit.” Key word is “removing,” or some versions, “cut off.” It we look at the Greek version of this certain word, αιρεω means “take away” or “take up.” And the times we see that particular word in the Bible it has been used interchangeably as either “take away” or “lift up.”
Now just imagine that the word in verse 2, αιρεω, meant “lift up.” Definitely gives a whole different meaning to what it means to be a nonbearing fruit branch! The reason for arguing that αιρεω, can mean “lift up” rather than “ take away,” is that a gardener will lift up or prop up a branch of a vine that is on the ground. When the branch is too weak, it will fall down, and bear no fruit, but if the gardener helps the branch by propping it up, it can strengthen and have a better chance in bearing fruit.
But also, remember, Jesus never specified what kind of vine this was. And to me honest I am not too sure what would be popular. I am assuming grapes, but when it comes to reading the biblical text, a number one rule is never assume anything when we approach a biblical text. What vine matters in how to create a successful harvest. For example, a couple years ago, my wife and I grew sweet potatoes. We started with a store-bought sweet potato and set it aside so that roots and a plant grew out of it. We actually cut off the plant from the potato and planted it. As the plant took root in the prepared soil, we started to cut off the stems and branches to make more sweet potato plants. And then it started to vine out, on the ground, and those vines rooted themselves into he ground. All said and done by the fall we had a good harvest of sweet potatoes.
Not too sure if Jesus was talking about sweet potatoes, probably not, but I bring this up, not to argue what kind of vine Jesus was referring to, but more so, that depending on how we translate John 15:2 matters how this verse is read and intended. If αιρεω, means “lifted up” great news, that means Jesus si giving a chance to nonbearing branches to have the opportunity to bear fruit. Or another way of looking at it, is sometimes, a branch can be cut off, and then replanted to make a new plant. Anyways, food for thought. Let me know if you have any questions, I love biblical scholarship a ton. That is basically all I do all day and night, I love studying man, and I love the Bible because of how rich it is! I just always wish I had more time in preparing sermons every Sunday.
“Cheap grace is the preaching of forgiveness without requiring repentance, baptism without church discipline, Communion without confession. Cheap grace is grace without discipleship, grace without the cross, grace without Jesus Christ, living and incarnate.”
Costly grace is the treasure hidden in the field; for the sake of it a man will go and sell that he has. It is the pearl of great price to buy which the merchant will sell all his goods. It is the kingly rule of Christ, for whose sake a man will pluck out the eye which causes him to stumble; it is the call of Jesus Christ at which the disciple leaves his nets and follows him.” -Dietrich Bonhoeffer
For those who do not know Dietrich Bonhoeffer, he was a German theologian, Lutheran pastor who grew up in the era of Nazi Germany. He was resistance to the Nazi dictatorship. He was arrested and imprisoned, had a role in a plot to assassinate Hitler and died by execution by hanging.
He was largely influential with Martin Luther King Jr. and the Civil Rights movements, anti-communism movements, and anti-Apartheid movement in South Africa. I would say that he was largely influential towards conservative Christians but also influential to people commitment to doing justice work.
Personally, he is influential in my life, and my faith. His readings were a large reason at what gave me the encouragement to be a pastor. I have been continuing to read his book The Cost of Discipleship for the last month. I encourage anyone to read that book, whether it is the first time or regularly.
His quote above the entry, puts a lot of perspective at what it means to be a Christian; at least for me. When Easter rolled around this time of the year, I cannot ignore the message of Christ, His life, His death, and His resurrection. All three of those aspect matter to my life as a husband, father, son, Christian, and pastor.
Being a Christian isn’t supposed to be easy. It takes work. Hard work. For the season of Lent, at Ward Ave Presbyterian Church, we uncovered each week the work that God put in to create covenants with people. Each covenant broken, not because God broke it, but because we just didn’t get it. It came to the point that God had to find a way in which salvation, everlasting life, resurrected life, can be possible for all people who accept it. God’s grace is given, through Jesus’ service to the world, and His ultimate sacrifice on the cross; is God’s grace given to us. Nothing we can do to break that covenant.
However, this does not mean we just sit back and do nothing. As Christians we are committed to the cause of Christ that is found in His life. We take up that cross to continue the good news to people. Our life, our actions, our words must be a reflection of what we are taught, which is our commitment to discipleship work.
The cross is a symbol of our power of giving up our life for others. The cross took away Jesus’ life. We must do the same. We put in the sacrifice to make this world into a better place. Leave this world cleaner and better than when we arrived into the world. Our faith is so vital in living a life that is perfect harmony with ourselves, others, and God.
The Gospel is not about believing and life one way and ignoring other aspects. Our life in faith cannot be compartmentalized but must be viewed as a whole. Being a Christian, living a life of faith, worship, discipleship is exhausting; it should be. We must continue to grow, continue to learn, continue to treat all people, regardless of who they are, with impeccable respect. Life isn’t easy, life isn’t cheap.
I know it’s that time again of the year. It is starting to look more like SPRING! Well, other than today, which is like 40 degrees… but in general for the past couple of days and looks like in the future, Spring has finally arrived. I know this because I see the evidence that Spring is here. I see the flowers starting to bloom. The robins are frantically building their nest on my front porch and the entrance of the church. I see bees coming out early to get the first nectar from the dandelions, and the grass is starting to green up, getting ready for the first cut. Not only do I see all the evidence of Spring, I can feel it as well.
Allergies! Yup, I have seasonal allergies and it is driving me nuts currently. My eyes itch like crazy, my nose and throat get all congested. My nose itches, I sneeze a lot. My daughter is also going through the pains of Springtime allergies. But she can’t tolerate them like the way I do. I usually can just deal with it, but she has a hard time, constantly feeling bothered with itchy eyes and a runny nose. I guess as you grow up, you just learn to deal with the little things that might upset you.
After-all, even though I have these horrific, annoying allergies, I love the fact that Spring is here. Outside looks beautiful and how can I not go outside to enjoy it all?! It is amazing. So I outweigh the good and bad. Allergies, bad, but all the things about Spring, good.
Do your best not to try to focus on the bad things that happen in life. Always look for the good things. I know most of our brains are hardwired to think about the bad stuff, because our body is practicing the mechanisms of “fight or flee,” and “self-preservation.” That is our mind is often times looking at the possibilities of danger and risk in order to protect itself from harm.
When you think about it, my seasonal allergies are acting in such a way as well. My body thinks that all that pollen and dust in the air is going harm the body, so the body overreacts by sending messages to the brain to create more histamines to block possible “invaders.” But the body is overreacting and actually it is unnecessary to send on these histamines to block the natural pollen that fills the Springtime air.
Our minds are hardwired to “self-preservation.” It makes us think about the possibilities of risk and danger from a frightening world. That’s a good thing, but at the same time, the mind could be overreacting and create wild imaginations. But we do our best not to be a prisoner to our minds and even at times force ourselves to look at the good, rather than the bad.
Easter is a good metaphor to use when we talk about feeling stuck, feeling of dread, or finding ourselves as if we are stuck in a prison of negativity and stress. Let the Easter story remind us, that the giant boulder has been rolled away. We are no longer prisoners, but we are free. Free to live without shame or guilt. Free to be positive and let others know that we will always look for the good rather than the bad. The prison of the tomb, the stone rolled away will let the warm and bright light shine through uncovering all the darkness and shadows.
After all, it’s Spring, there are going to be some big largemouth bass moving from the winter depths to come shallow to feel the warm sun. You think just because I have Springtime allergies, just because my nose is runny, my eyes are itching, headaches, and constantly sneezing is going to keep me from going out and catching these fish… think again, tight lines everyone!
“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view,
and demand that they respect yours.
Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.
Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend,
even a stranger, when in a lonely place.
Show respect to all people and grovel to none.
When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living.
If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.
Abuse no one and no thing,
for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
When it comes your time to die,
be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death,
so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time
to live their lives over again in a different way.
Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”
When I was little I remembered learning about Tecumseh. Growing up in Ohio, my father took me to a outdoor play based on Chief Tecumseh. I was impressed and I decided to learn more about him and why he is influential and respected in American culture.
I stumbled upon this poem again, and I love it. I don’t need much to say about it because everything is in this poem. How we are to live our life with dignity, respect, honor, and compassion is what this poem summarizes. Live your life based on these values so that when we pass away we have no regret.
There are a lot of these values that we Christians cherish as well.
I did it. I lost 59 pounds from Dec 30th to April 3rd. This is where I want to be. All I have to do is try to maintain this weight, which I don’t think will be too difficult. Before, I really begin this blog I do want to preface…
I would not recommend anyone trying to lose this amount of weight in a short amount of time. This was a grueling, intense, and at time painful ordeal. However, I knew I could do it, because I have done it before. Since high school I have been used to either trying to lose weight quickly or having to gain weight quickly, so I figured my body might be used to it. Normally to lose weight it is recommended to lose about 1-2 pounds a week. I think I was losing about 4 pounds a week, which can be harsh. Throughout the time I constantly checked by blood pressure, and other physical checkups to make sure I do not put too much pressure on my body.
So, here is what I did. Before, I averaged about 3,200 calories a day. During the diet for the first two weeks I averaged about 1,000 calories a day. Usually eating one meal and a few snacks here and there. Then after a couple of weeks I increased by calorie intake to about 1,500 and ate two meals a day. Then for the last month and a half, I am eating 2,000-2,200 calories a day eating three full meals.
Meals pretty much consisted with a heavy protein and fiber diet. Mostly I ate either tuna, salmon, or tilapia, and chicken. And for veggies I ate, romaine lettuce, tomatoes, onions, peppers, and cabbage. For fruit I ate apples, oranges, pineapples, watermelons, grapes, and peaches. Once a week, usually on Sundays after church I had one cheat meal. That was usually a Whopper meal at Burger King.
For exercise, I mostly rode an exercise bike three times a day (morning, after lunch, evening/night) for 30 minutes a day. I did ab workouts, push-ups, and planking. That was pretty much it.
Now in order to maintain my weight. My diet really hasn’t changed much. I really like what I am eating and want to continue that. However, I am not too worried about eating pizza (which I did yesterday), or a gooey cheesy chicken quesadilla (which I also ate yesterday). And I figured that if I am able to workout everyday for 30 minutes, I’ll be ok.
I aint a ripped buff guy, which is not really want to do. I am married and I have two kids… I am not trying to model for some weight loss program or be on a cover of some fitness magazine. I wanted to lose weight because I just needed to. After spending about 7 months locked inside because of the coronavirus pandemic, I wanted to find something I can do at home easily. I gained a ton of weight through the pandemic and my blood pressure shot up. I needed to act and needed to get active. Lose weight, live healthier.
I feel really good. I have a bit more pep in my step. I find myself sleeping and waking up easier. I have a much healthier digestion, and I just feel straight up balanced.
That being said, I wanted to use my experience about building a relationship with God.
As much as we want to keep our physical bodies in shape and healthy, we are to do the same when it comes to our spiritual life. It takes work to be and feel spiritually healthy. Going to church is necessary. Being a good model Christian is necessary, and it takes practice. We can’t be perfect, but at least we can learn from our own shortcomings. Treat all people with respect, do your best to not let your emotions get the better of you. Act with dignity and treat all people as if they deserve dignity as well. This takes training to do all these things. God will continue to give you opportunities by putting you in situations to practice all of these things with he people He places in your life. Sometimes it just takes 30 minutes a day with God to stay on the right course, to feel spiritually healthy.
Hey this is Rev. Brian Choi's random thought throughout my week. Most of this stuff, will probably be about family, church, fishing, music, movies, food, whatever I think of, hopefully it will have some sort of theological reflection (maybe).