Charles Spurgeon once said, "It's not a sermon until it gets to Jesus." Go ahead and read that sentence again, and this time let it marinade a minute before you move on. Sweet, right? If you've noticed another theme this week, it's not an accident. Monday we said it was time to live, and yesterday we looked at those moments of triumph that help us live again. Life. Isn't that our prayer today and everyday? That our lives would get to Jesus? Lives so moved by grace that they become sermons? Our approach toward, perspective about, and outlook upon our health is one of those messages. Our attempt at a healthy lifestyle is simply a way to give back to God the life He gave us. Neat right? He gave us life. We live it out. He gave it all. We give it all back. Although, I wonder if I'm giving back as much as He gave. (The cursor on the keyboard is literally flashing on the screen as I contemplate my own question.) Do I? Am I?

With the clock ticking, our lives are ALL we have to give back. Am I emptying the tank? And I don't mean simply in sweat, but in the right way, with the right heart, for the right reasons, and for the right people? Sweat is easy. Sermons are tough. And it's not a sermon until it gets to Jesus. Jimmy Peña

For Discussion:  Our lives, including our health, are all we have to give back to God. What area of your life needs to be emphasized or de-emphasized in order for your health to be a sermon? Dang, that's a tough question. There goes my cursor again. (And hey guys, thanks for all of your comments yesterday about my personal triumph over my private pain. I appreciate everyone.)

Please follow me on Instagram (I think I'm getting the hang of it.) Here I am training again. If the world needs proof that grace happens, here I come. And although my recovery isn't the Gospel, I want my story to be a sermon. Today's message, "Joy." Can you see it on my face?