Tuesday, February 7, 2017

I'm writing a book

I'm writing a book.

Above is possibly the most terrifying sentence I've ever written. There's something about it that just rings of ominousness...and still, I'm writing a book.

I haven't posted on this blog since the very beginning of 2015. In the interim, my life has been reconfigured, turned upside down, shaken, stirred and poured out...and here I am. Father of two, husband to none, loved by several and human. The struggles of the human existence seem to pulse and reverberate through our lives. My older brother once said "who knew adulting came with so many responsibilities..." and he's right. To be totally honest, so many times I feel like a kid, just figuring out how to talk to girls and the next minute I hear "dad" from the next room..."I want to show you something."

I'm blessed.

I suppose that's where this is coming from. In December of 2014 I finished my Masters degree. It was a marathon of education and though it's been alluded to over the course of this blog being functional, few know exactly how difficult a process that was. It's even growing foggy in my memory. My intention after my undergrad in 2012 was to write. After getting into my graduate experience, I knew I'd have to wait until I was finished. Upon finishing my Masters, I found that life soon would not allow for writing anymore. Instead I would embark on the single most tumultuous season of living, of which I'm just now finding my way out of...still.

The last year has been a whirlwind of moving multiple times, seemingly countless job transitions, getting in and out of debt, several successes and many failures. The hot, molten life that was left following the hardest thing I've ever done thus far - survive divorce - has been hammered, pulled, stretched, hammered again and is still yet glowing from the fires of a life being molded and shaped.

In this, I am blessed.

This book that I begin again (admittedly, this isn't the first time I've intended to write it) is about something - two things - that are dear to me. It is, for lack of a better description, the intersection of my experience as a fitness professional and coach with my passion and education for theology and the church. Through the chapters, I intend on discussing how Christians ought to see their bodies. That sounds simple enough, I know, but the reality is that while Christianity in the west has had much success in justifying itself theologically, philosophically, socially and in many more ways, there seems to be a void.

A theology of the body.

Some of you may recall the series I wrote on loving God with your whole self, but one section about loving God with all your 'might' or 'strength' seemed incomplete. This idea of having a well thought out theology of the body seems extremely relevant in a culture where there are both extremes: body worship and body shaming. The perverse pedestal positioning of a particular human form as the ultimate goal and the sorrowful despising of the beautifully created human being. That is essentially what I hope to bring some perspective on; I want to give voice in answer to the question,

How ought Christians think of and use their bodies?

Most Christians could probably give you a tidy, Sunday school answer. Still, I want to "flesh" it out (pun intended) and see what God might have to say through me about being a post-modern, progressive Christian in the twenty-first century and having to deal with this culture of the body today.

I would appreciate any prayer for success and guidance from my readers here as this is truly terrifying. I'm publishing this post specifically to spur me on towards accomplishing this book that I've felt growing inside me for several years.

In the mean time, life goes on and God is still good.

Peace,
CM