I went to the gym yesterday. That probably doesn’t seem like a big deal to you. But I haven’t been to the gym since October. I have lots of reasons why, but the real reason is simple. I don’t like going to the gym.
It’s inconvenient. It’s uncomfortable, and I kind of feel like it’s unnecessary. And if that’s not bad enough, I realized last night that those are the exact same reasons I don’t want to go to church.
It’s inconvenient. I don’t know if you know this, but they have church that will play directly onto your TV. You can actually hear a sermon of your own choosing from the convenience of your phone. You don’t have to get dressed. You won’t need to fight over a parking space or a pew, or the good elliptical. You’ll never have to sit in overflow at YouTube church.
It’s uncomfortable. There are other people, both at the gym and at church, and somebody is bound to get on my nerves. It could be the sister who is underdressed for church, or the brother that’s over dressed for the gym. Or, it could be the dude who is doing too much; walking around the entire gym with 50 pound weights. Or his church counterpart, the lady who can’t sit still for more than 5 minutes in the sanctuary. It takes all my strength not to tell them both to sit their behinds down and be still.
It’s unnecessary. I have Bibles and exercise equipment at home. I’ve got an active prayer life and I try to get 10,000 steps a day. I don’t know that I really need to go either of these places.
All that being said, I went to the gym yesterday. And just like when I go to church, I arrived late. I had an attitude when I walked in, but I felt better by the time I walked out.
I guess neither place is so bad after all. (Though i’m in no hurry to commit myself to going to either place on a regular basis.) I suppose they both make me better, and a better me has always been the goal.