Under the vanity in the bathroom rests the battle hardened and well-worn scale. Scaley is old-school analog, faithful in the execution of his duties, requiring no batteries, and offering a user-friendly adjustment knob. A quick turn with a thumb can wipe away pounds, and who is to say the scale is accurate? Giving a 5 pound write-off seems humane, especially after the tumultuous passage through the party season.
Scaley rocked my world this morning. I stepped on and was certain I heard him speaking. I could not believe my ears as he admonished, “One at a time, please!” I would pull his batteries if he had any. I considered smacking him a few times as I might a quarter-snitching vending machine. Upstart machinery!
This is not an article about weight, though, but it is about weights. If you’re confused, keep reading.
Weights are bad habits, preconceived notions, forgone conclusions, pet peeves, grudges, negative thinking—stuff belonging to the past we tote in the present and carry into the future. Weights slow our journey. Add enough of them, and forward progress stops.
Weights sap the energy needed for the moment at hand. They cloud thinking and skew judgment. The book of Hebrews includes a list of example saints who modeled faith (See Hebrews 11). Chapter 12 opens with a reminder we are expect to live in a similar fashion. We will struggle if we attempt to drag our weights with us. Like runners in a race, it is time to lighten the load, and embrace winning practices.
Shed the weights! What are we waiting for?
Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God. Hebrews 12:1-2 (KJV)