The things keeping us alive are likely what we need to die to the most.
I’ve been thinking about this concept a lot in regard to what my life is built on.
For the last few years, I’ve enjoyed an evening drink. It became almost a daily habit, whether a glass of wine or a few fingers of whisky. The drink was part of how I wound down the day. It had become a habit, and on October 18th, I decided I was over it.
I have also become really sedentary. It didn’t happen on purpose. My job keeps me behind the computer, and I haven’t been able to pivot to a more active work lifestyle. A standing desk has not been the answer, but a treadmill desk has been. I’ll report on how things are going as I have more experience.
The point is that we need to look at the comforts in our lives and decide which are serving us and slowly killing us. Sin entered the world when the following statement was accepted: “Surely you will not die.” The truth is that these comforts will not likely kill us instantly, but they will rob us of much that could have been experienced by enduring a moment of discomfort.