The Guy at the Gym

I workout.

Monday – Chest and Back

Tuesday – Biceps and Triceps

Wednesday – Cardio

Thursday – Legs and Shoulders

Friday – Chest and Latts


Each day is different with the exception of one thing…”the guy at the gym”.  Somehow, this same guy is always there.  I mean it!  He is there before I come and after I leave.   He is there Monday – Sunday without fail and I would argue that if I came at 3:00 pm on a Tuesday in the middle of blizzard with the only possible way of arriving to the gym was by a sled pulled by Alaskan Huskies he would be there.

Now this doesn’t surprise me.  After having been in Health and Fitness Industry for over 7 years I have seen this type of person along with many other types of people.  There are the people that come to generally better their health.  There are the people that come to show off their outfits.  There are the people that come to show off what God gave them to put under the outfits.  There are the people that come to to see if there is anyone worthy enough to date.  There is the group of creepy people who wander around as if they were Robert Redford in the movie Jeremiah Johnson.  Then of course there are the people that come to the gym to honestly try and slip and fall in an attempt to cash in as if they hit the jackpot at Harrah’s in Joliet (another story for another blog).  But then…oh then there are people like the guy at the gym (who I will call Gym from now on).  

Gym is the kind of guy that spends hours doing something, but never really doing anything.  He is between the ages of 25 and 45 and floats from machine to machine, employee to employee, TV to TV, and girl to girl everyday all the while thinking, “man I am really getting a great workout”.  And without an ounce of doubt in my mind Gym leaves every day thinking that he just had the most intense workout experience ever and impatiently drives home in his Pontiac Sunfire to tell his mom. 

Gym drives me Kookoo for Coco-Puffs crazy not just because he may very possibly sweat up every piece of machinery in the building, but because he actually thinks he is making himself better.  He believes that by being around the weights, being around the cardio machines, being around normal people it will somehow let him accomplish what he wants to become.  

This is exactly what we do as Christians.  Far too many of us sleepwalk through our lives hoping that being around other Christians, having a Bible in our homes, coming to Church, saying Amen at the right times, and making the best casserole for the potluck will make us more like Jesus.    You can rest assured you are in as good of spiritual shape as my friend Gym is in physical shape. 

Being a Christian is not a spectator sport.  In fact I would argue it is much closer to Mixed Martial Arts than anything.  If you don’t have a few scars from your journey with Christ you have been living a nice "Nerf" life. 

If you really call yourself a Christian you need to be willing to get your hands dirty.  Don’t just read your Bible, apply it to your life.  Don’t just come to Church, be involved in Church.  Don’t just say you will pray for someone, actually PRAY for them. 

Don’t call yourself a Christian, BE a Christian.

It will take some work, but at the end of your life you won’t be driving your Sunfire back to mom’s house. 

No…you will be sprinting through the finish line, tired, exhausted, and falling into your Dad’s arms, but it will be worth the work!



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