On Going to the Gym with God (Part 6): The Dark Side of Exercise
In the 5th Century BC, a Greek sculptor known as Polyclitus wrote a now-lost treatise about sculpture in which he described his innovative approach to the artform. Polyclitus designed his nudes using an intricate theory of ideal proportions, based on a principle of symmetria, which expressed both balance (isonomia) and rhythm (rhythmos) together. His treatise has been lost to the sands of time, but other ancient writers have quoted him as saying, “Perfection (in the human form) comes about little by little, through many numbers (i.e. on the basis of carefully designed mathematical ratios).” Polyclitus’s most enduring contribution to the world of art is the famous “contrapposto” pose which we see in so many Greek statues from the 5th Century onwards, the well-known pose of an athlete balanced between movement and repose, with the hips tilted and the weight poised.
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How Long, a devotional thought
How long, O Lord, will you forget me forever?How long will you hide your face form me?How long must I take counsel in my soul, and have sorrow in my heart all day?How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?
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On Going to the Gym with God (Part 5): A Brief History of Muscular Christianity
Today the YMCA is so closely associated with that catchy tune by the Village People that few realize it was actually founded on Christian principles, and grew out of Williams’s conviction that having a healthy body is just as important as having a healthy spirit for a thriving Christian life.
Whether you share that conviction or not, its notable how quickly Williams’s idea caught on. It was part of a growing cultural trend that started in the mid-1850s known today as “Muscular Christianity.” Muscular Christianity marked a move away from the asceticism that characterized the traditional Christian view of the body, the idea that the flesh was a distraction from the things of God and ought to be denied or suppressed. Proponents of muscular Christianity argued instead that a physically fit body could be an expression of one’s faith in God.
Thomas Hughes, one of the early advocates of muscular Christianity, argued that:
The Muscular Christians have hold of the old chivalrous and Christian belief, that a man's body is given to him to be trained and brought into subjection, and then used for the protection of the weak, the advancement of all righteous causes, and the subduing of the earth which God has given to the children of men.
There’s a lot in there to make a woke Christian of the 21st Century cringe, I suppose. The idea of “subduing the earth,” though biblical, needs a lot more nuance than Thomas gives it there; and the sentence simply smacks of machoism and sexism though out. That said, the core tenet—that our bodies are not shameful “prison-houses” for the soul, but are in fact gifts of God which we need in order to serve him—has at least a glimmer of truth to it. Perhaps even a full ray of light.
Whatever the case, the idea grew pretty rapidly through the early decades of the 20th Century. Other clergy men started following Williams’s lead and built gymnasiums and boxing rings in the basements of their churches. Meanwhile the YMCA itself started planting chapters all over the world.
In America, Muscular Christianity would find its way into the preaching of evangelists like D. L. Moody (ca. 1850-90) and others. President Roosevelt (ca. 1909)—who held that “there is only a very circumscribed sphere of usefulness for the timid good man”—was also a strong proponent of the concept. Even today we see the vestiges of the movement in the work of organizations like Athletes in Action (founded 1966) and the Promise Keepers (founded 1990).
I suppose any “theology of exercise,” like the one I’ve been trying to assemble in this blog series, will have to wrestle with the tenets of the “muscular Christianity movement,” at one point or another. Though it's over 150 years old now, its influence still lingers in the church, both for the good and the bad. It’s there whenever a well-meaning but misinformed preacher decries the so-called “feminization of the church” (which, to be clear, I find to be a deeply offensive term). It’s there in the worst of “men’s ministries,” that make “being a Christian guy” all about a narrowly-defined set of supposedly “masculine” interests, tastes, roles and abilities (which, again to be clear, I often find offensive). It’s there in the worst of the theology coming out of neo-conservative organizations like “The Counsel of Biblical Manhood and Womanhood” (which I also find offensive, on the whole).
Because here’s the thing: men come in all shapes and sizes, with all kinds of interests, predilections, aptitudes and body-types. When I was growing up, I often felt like I did not fit in among the other “Christian guys” in church, because I had so little interest in the traditional “guy things” that advocates for muscular Christianity seem to want to use as their litmus test. I was artistic, not athletic, into books not body-building, played music not hockey.
Any version of Christianity, muscular or otherwise, that makes its definition of “a Christian man” so narrow that only a handful of guys really fit the bill and the rest are left wondering where they belong, is not Christianity at all, in my view.
That said, in the ten years since I first started going to the Y—an organization, remember, that began as an expression of one man’s Christian faith—I have found that my spirit has grown healthier, on the whole, along with my body.
I have learned how to push myself spiritually to do things I’m not naturally inclined to do, by pushing myself physically to do exercises I'm not inclined to do. I’ve discovered that the limits of what my physical body is capable of are often far higher than I ever assumed before I started pushing them. This, in turn, has inspired me to explore the spiritual limits of what I might attempt for God in other areas of my life, too.
These things are also part of the legacy of the muscular Christianity movement, I think, and it's one of the reasons why, even though as a young man and growing up, athleticism was the last thing I ever felt any interest in, these days I very much look forward to my trip to the gym, or my hour on the squash court, or my 20 minute exercise routine in the basement of our home (which is all I can manage in these days of pandemic).
Because when I put my body to work like that, I find, among other things, my spirit is being stretched and grown in ways I never could have imagined.
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On Waiting for the Plan, a devotional thought
The other day I was reading through Psalm 106 and I came across a line that gave me pause. The Psalm recalls Israel’s exodus from Egypt, how the Lord brought the people out of slavery and delivered them through the Red Sea. It explains how, having seen the Lord sweep away their enemies with the water of the sea, the people “believed his promises and sang his praise” (v. 12).
So far so good; but things make a sudden U-turn in verse 13: “They soon forgot what he had done,” it says, “and did not wait for his ‘plan to unfold.’” The story should be familiar to anyone who has a working knowledge of the Book of Exodus (which the Psalm seems to be referencing here). Israel had seen the Lord’s mighty act of deliverance, but because they couldn’t see a way through the desert they began to grumble, forgetting the mighty acts of deliverance he’d already accomplished for them.
It’s a familiar story. What was less familiar to me was the wording of the second half of the verse, “they did not wait for his plan to unfold.” I’ve never quite heard it put that way: in their grumbling for bread and their longing to return to Egypt, the people were “unwilling to let the Lord’s plan unfold in their lives.” Such a curious but powerful way to put it.
I looked it up to be sure, and it turns out that my translation (the NIV) is on its own in this rendering. Most translations say something like “they did not wait for his counsel.” “Counsel” is probably a more literal translation there. The Hebrew word in question is ‘aṣaṯ, which usually refers to the counsel an advisor might give a king. When it’s applied to the Lord specifically, however, it usually has the sense of “purpose,” “intention,” or (roughly) “plan.” After all, God keeps his own counsel. No one acts as his advisor, and when he gives his counsel to us it’s not as an advisor to a king, but as a master to his servants.
So the NIV is paraphrasing, but only slightly, when it says that Israel’s problem in the desert was that they were unwilling to wait for his plan to unfold. And even though most other translations render the verse more literally, and simply say that Israel refused to “wait on his counsel,” I prefer the NIV’s take on the matter.
Not just because it seems to handle the context for the word ‘aṣaṯ better, but because it rings so true on a spiritual level. How many of us, I wonder, have found ourselves facing a difficult trial like Israel did in her desert wanderings, and like Israel, we too started grumbling against God because we couldn’t believe that God had a plan? We couldn’t see how all the difficulties fit into his plan, or how his plan was unfolding through it; and even if we could see it, abstractly, we we’re willing to wait for it to unfold in front of us.
It’s a sobering thought. Especially for the church today, facing all kinds of challenges and question-marks because of covid restrictions and pandemic lockdowns. Does God have an ‘aṣaṯfor us in this, Psalm 106 verse 13 might ask us to ask? If so, can we see that he does? And if we can, are we willing to wait for him to unfold it in our lives?
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A Journey Through the Book of Job (Part 1)
A few weeks ago I started a new preaching series at our church called "Why Me, Lord? A Journey through the Book of Job." We're only 3 sermons in, and already I'm finding it one of the most challenging, and most edifying series I've done in a long time. In hopes it will challenge and/or edify others, I thought I'd post the messages here on my blog as we go. Here's sermon number one: "Not for Nothing..."
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Going to the Gym with God (Part 4): Holding our Health in Trust
aerobic fitness has also been associated with hippocampal volume in both children and older adults. For example, in one study with 165 older adults without dementia, greater aerobic fitness levels were associated with larger hippocampal volumes even after controlling for potentially confounding factors including age, sex, and years of education. Furthermore, hippocampal volume mediated fitness-related performance on a spatial memory task. These results … suggest that aerobic exercise might be an effective method for enhancing or reversing hippocampal volume in late adulthood.
28 God blessed them and said to them, “Be fruitful and increase in number; fill the earth and subdue it. Rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky and over every living creature that moves on the ground.”29 Then God said, “I give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole earth and every tree that has fruit with seed in it. They will be yours for food. 30 And to all the beasts of the earth and all the birds in the sky and all the creatures that move along the ground—everything that has the breath of life in it—I give every green plant for food.” And it was so.
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The Power of Love, a devotional thought on Psalm 62
The other day I was reading Psalm 62 in my devotional time, and a line at the end really stuck with me. The whole Psalm is this effusive ode to the salvation that is found in the Lord—how our souls find rest in him (v.1), how our hope comes from him (v.5), how our honor depends on him (v.7), and how he alone is our refuge (v.8).
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