I keep forgetting that my body is fragile since my operation to remove a perforated appendix. I feel like a rare underglaze copper-red Ming Dynasty vase displayed for exhibition purposes. I forget that the discomfort that I feel across my abdomen is not the twitching of muscles that have naturally knitted together, but the fact that layers of stomach muscle are stitched straight down the middle behind my healed-up wound.

Everyday, I walk in reminder of the LORD of my thorn in the flesh. I could perhaps go for healing and pray and believe that my physical stitching will disappear and new muscle can take its place, and yet, it reminds me that I am nothing without God’s grace.

With that in mind, I feel the need to be careful and look after my temple. I hope I do not grow and expand my waistline, as I have this natural fear that it would upset the internal stitching behind the wound that resembles the shape of a peach. It’s a weird thought and I’m not sure if it’s medically possible. Nonetheless, I don’t want my body to end up out of shape, as I consume myself to the greeds of temptations and wild living, as I have a health to maintain and a temple to look after.

We all have a commitment to maintain our heath, not just by the consumption of food and drink, but generally speaking. The Holy Scriptures remind us of this very fact.

Don’t you realize that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, who lives in you and was given to you by God? You do not belong to yourself, for God bought you with a high price. So you must honor God with your body. -1 Corinthians 6:19-20 (NLT)

~Richard