Day 4
A lot of people don’t like treadmills, maybe because they make them feel like “lab rats”. I like the machines, and I’ve only felt like a lab rat once. (That was a few weeks ago during a stress test in which I was walking on the treadmill while hooked up to several machines and surrounded by 6 medical professionals of varying rank and job description who kept asking me questions – “how are you feeling?” “any pain?” – and continuously made incomprehensible remarks about my ever-changing vital signs which were being displayed on multiple monitors. See? Very lab-ratish.)
The reason I like treading on a fast moving strip of rubber-like material is that all the pertinent info is right there in front of me. Speed, mileage, time. It’s right there in all it’s digital brilliance, staring back at my sweaty face. For someone who never ventured beyond pre-calc and took one math course in 7+ years of post-high school studies, I sure do love the numbers. I love time and distance. I love racing myself even on days I say I’ll take it easy.
So, onward, in more ways than one.
Leviticus is a bloody, bloody book. Reading the precise instructions about burnt offerings makes me so very thankful that I am not under law but under grace (Romans 6:14). Thank you, Jesus, that your blood was sufficient to cleanse me completely, not just cover my sin temporarily.
Made for Eternity 