I wanted to worship today… so I decided to go to Crossfit.
It sounds silly on the surface, but when you think about it (or at least when I think about it) it actually makes sense (to me…)
You walk into the box and look at the board. You see the Workout of the Day, or WOD, and you know what’s involved. You know that it’s going to hurt. You know that you will run out of air before you run of workout.
But you do it anyway. You know that it will make you stronger. You know you will have to dig deep. You know that you are competing against your desire to stop and go to the closest Krispy Kreme.
And I know that those are the times that I pray the hardest.
And I do pray. And when I am done I praise Him because I know that it was only through Him that I survived.
This is the essence of worship. So I went to Crossfit.