In high school, I hated weight training. The last place I wanted to be was in the weight room. Every time I lifted a weight, I hurt something. Like when I did biceps curls, my elbows hurt.
Well, now I know why. I was lifting way too heavy way too quickly.
In my forties, I rediscovered strength training and now I can’t get enough of it. For a variety of reasons.
But the most important thing was that change of heart. Without it, I would have never come to enjoy the benefits of tossing heavy weights around.
In a controlled fashion, of course.
A group of men who lived 2,000 years ago had a change of heart, too. These men, afraid of their own shadow when Jesus died, underwent a sudden, dramatic metamorphosis when touched by the Holy Spirit.
Read the Acts of the Apostles. Any chapter.
Suddenly, boldly proclaiming that Jesus Christ was truly God, was truly the Savior was not difficult.
Something happened to change their minds, to change their hearts.
When you grasp the significance of that change of heart, you will have no choice but to believe that Jesus Christ is truly the Son of God. And that all of what we say we believe is true.
“The Holy Spirit… will teach you everything and will remind you of all that I told you.” – John 14:26
Thanks for taking some of your precious time today to read my thoughts. My intention, beginning Friday, April 17, 2015, is to post a brief, daily meditation based on the readings from the day’s Catholic liturgy. I would appreciate your help and encouragement. This is something I’ve been called to do for some time. I’m finally embracing it. Father, forgive me for procrastinating.