Hi there, Dear One,
It’s me, God.
I enjoyed our talk this morning, and I see you there, scrubbing the floor at the firehouse. That black gunk under the chair legs really does make the room look grungy – thanks for taking the time to make it more beautiful. Beauty reflects me. Draws people to me.
Careful not to think judgmentally about the people don’t care about the cleanliness of the room. You don’t have my perspective about why the dirt doesn’t bother them.
I hear you thinking about working out. It’s true, scrubbing the floor with the sponge under your boot is a lot like an aerobic workout, but I much prefer you use the movements of a workout for a better purpose.
I would much prefer to see the empty motions and actions be filled with meaning and purpose by putting them at the service of others.
Imagine how much could be accomplished for your neighbor if the same two thousand leg and arm motions of a long run were instead used to shovel a driveway, clean a floor, or chop some wood for a poor man’s stove? And if you did that every day? If everyone did it every day?
Your workout would have real meaning. It would change the world! It would take the ‘self’ out of all those motions. Isn’t that why you want to work out? To look more like the definition of beauty in the early 21st century? Dear one, that is very selfish.
I love you and will show you where my children can best use the energy you put into those workouts. If you ask.
I’m here when you want to talk,