Healthy Heart
A bad habit is like a comfortable bed—easy to get into but hard to get out of.
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First we build our habits; then our habits build us.
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Habits are chains that are too small to be felt until they are too strong to be broken.
Samuel Johnson
A bad habit is like a comfortable bed—easy to get into but hard to get out of.
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First we build our habits; then our habits build us.
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Failure to establish good spiritual habits will lead to poor spiritual health.
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It is not enough to have a good mind. The main thing is to use it well.
René Descartes
Giving Christ Your All
COMMITMENT
Romans 12:1–2
(POSB, Note 2, point 1)
Why are our bodies so important to God? Because our bodies belong to Him.
Bob McAlister, who used to be on the staff of the governor of South Carolina, served as a volunteer with Prison Fellowship. Once when visiting Death Row, he saw a stomach-churning sight in a cell occupied by Ronald “Rusty” Woomer.
“Rusty, his face the color of chalk, was sitting on the floor—motionless,” Bob wrote. “Crawling aimlessly like so many drunks, dozens of roaches covered the wall and floor. But what froze my soul were the roaches crawling on the man—his lap, his shoulders—and such was his despair that he did not flick them off.”
This 35-year-old murderer of four innocent people, who was facing the inevitability of the electric chair, had sunk to the depths of hopelessness. Bob wasn’t sure how to react to this depressing scene. Finally, he pleaded: “Rusty, just say the name Jesus.” Slowly and painfully, with all the effort he could muster, the nearly comatose inmate whispered the name of the Savior of the world.
And then Bob began to explain to him how Jesus is the God of hope. It was clear that Rusty was paying attention. At the end, when Bob asked if he wanted to accept Christ’s offer of forgiveness, Rusty nodded. Through his tears, he prayed: “Jesus, I’ve hurt a lot of people. Ain’t no way that I deserve You to hear me, but I’m tired and I’m sick and I’m lonely. My mama’s died and she’s in heaven with You, and I never got to tell her bye. Please forgive me, Jesus, for everything I’ve done. I don’t know much about You, but I’m willing to learn, and I thank You for listening to me.”
Bob returned the following week: “I walked up to his cell; it was spotless,” he recalled. “Gone were the dirt and roaches and porno magazines. The walls were scrubbed, the bed was made, the scent of disinfectant hung in the air.” Rusty himself was smiling and enthusiastic. “Bob, I spent all weekend cleaning out my cell because I figured that’s what Jesus wanted me to do.”
Just as Christ’s love is unconditional, so must your surrender and commitment be. Your filth may not be as extreme as this prisoner’s was, but God expects you to clean up every area of your life as this man did!