Lysa TerKeurst is a pretty funny gal. I laughed pretty hard at some of the stuff in these chapters but I won’t spoil it for you by mentioning any of it.
What I did find ironic within myself was the heresy of Gnosticism is living strong inside of me. Crazy but true. I was stunned to find that I carry around ideas that St. John and St. Paul warned against in the Gospels so long ago. I thought this stuff was ancient history! I’ve been living with it for a while and maybe some of you have too…or maybe it is just me…
I have fallen into the trap of thinking that my spiritual self is important but my body is not. I would have told you that my body is a temple and all that…and I was good to my body by not abusing it with drugs and smoking. And that is about as far as I have gone in taking care of this body….because my spiritual life is all that truly matters. Living with that attitude is Gnostic in nature but I could also make the argument for Platonic dualism as well…
Taking care of myself isn’t really about losing weight or getting healthier. I am actually happy to stay the way I am. My husband loves me the way I am. I would not be any happier a few sizes smaller and there would be no major change in my life.
Why do I really want to be healthier…really?
I live in this body. I worship in this body. I seek God with this body and HE DWELLS IN ME. Isn’t it my responsibility to care well for this Dwelling Place? To care with a heart of joy and gratitude?
Encountering my inner Gnostic was something of a revelation for me and I am working on kicking her out…but it takes some diligence to change a way of believing. I think revelation is a nice term. By revelation I mean…it’s like God thunking me on the head and saying, “Wake up, dummy!”