I was a chunky kid. That was a nice way of saying chubby and I hated it. My metabolism was on 4 but my mouth was on 7. Not obese, just chubby.
I fought this on and off for nearly 50 years. A lot of people call it “baby fat.” Trying to lose those last 10 pounds can be almost impossible. It hangs around. You get sick with the flu and the upside is you don’t eat for a couple of days, then get back on the scale and, “Yeehaaa! I lost those 10 pounds!!” Only to find them return with swift vengeance within a week.
We carry a lot of spiritual baby fat around. Here’s what Hebrews 12:1 says,
“Let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.”
That’s the NKJV. The Message puts a sharper point on it; “We'd better get on with it. Strip down, start running—and never quit! No extra spiritual fat, no parasitic sins.”
Baby fat. Those little sins and indulgences that weigh us down like we’re carrying 10 pounds of spiritual potatoes on our midsection.
Anger. Worry. Faithlessness. Prayerlessness. Foolish talk. Gossip. Complaining.
Yessiree, I’m hitting home I know, because my toes are getting stepped on right now!
Imagine if you were finally at the weight you wanted to be, but you had to keep carrying a 15 pound sack of potatoes EVERYWHERE you went! To meeting, to bed, in the shower, on the airplane, in the elevator, at the store. What a burden.
Now imagine after months and months of this, finally being able to throw off that sack! Free at last, free at last, thank God I’m free at last! What a relief that would be.
This is what God wants for us. Physically and spiritually but especially spiritually. Throw off those little nasty sins you indulge in. Start running and never stop!
By-the-way, I told my sons when they returned from their trip back East to the National Home School Alumni Convention, that their Dad would weight no more than 155. I’ve got three pounds of 49 year old baby fat to go. Will I make it? Drop me an email and find out!