I’ve been going to physical therapy for a few weeks now. My therapist is starting to settle into an easy relationship with me. We talk about her education, her family.
Her Dad had just had his third shoulder surgery and was heading for rehab himself. She slowly shook her head, describing how her Dad went to work two days after surgery. I guess he’s a bit of a Type A.
Today she was frustrated.
One of her patients was coming in faithfully for his appointments. He never rescheduled. (Unlike me.) But it was becoming obvious that he wasn’t doing his ‘at home’ exercises.
“He came in and I told him to do his resistance exercise. He’s supposed to be doing it at home two times a day! He asked me to show him how to do it…again.” The complaint ended with an exaggerated eye roll.
She must have been thinking about it a while, because she came back to the subject later. “You know, I had one person tell me ‘You haven’t cured me yet.’ I was so surprised! I told him I’m not going to ‘cure you.’ You have to do more than just come to your appointment three times a week. You have to do your homework!”
I think I saw the Lord sitting in the chair right next to me. This time, he was the one slowly shaking his head. He’s got the same problem.
His children go to church. They come together as a family to praise and sing and pray. It’s beautiful and it’s necessary. How God loves that.
But then, it’s time for everyone to leave. It’s time to go out into the neighborhoods, job sites, grocery stores and homes. I am one of those worshippers.
I get distracted. I get busy doing all kinds of things.
What about the lessons I learned in church? Well, I start to forget. Problems with the family, overbearing bosses…it all adds up to…I don’t know. What’s the opposite of praise, song and prayer?
Pretty soon, just losing my favorite pen is cause for frustration. What’s going on here?
All that prayer and praise in church with my brothers and sisters is just the start. Like the exercises I learn in therapy, it’s good. I need the direction. But it can’t stop there.
For my shoulder pain to get better, I have to continue the stretching and strengthening routines outside the appointments. The ‘three times a week’ I see the PT in the office is just not enough.
I have to work at it three times a day. Every day.
In the same way, I can’t leave my prayer and praise at church. I have to continue it at home, on the job, in my life. Everyday. If I don’t, it reduces my relationship with the Lord to an appointment. I’d rather have a full life with the Lord.
I looked over at the chair.
This time he’s smiling, and nodding in agreement. He wants a full life with me too.
Linking today with: The Friday Five Fellowship