Gospel Workout: What Counts?

Gospel Workout, Part 2. Do you have an inner counter that won’t quit?

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I bet you know what I mean.

  • Counting calories–or carbs.
  • Ticking off my to-do list.
  • Racing against the clock.
  • Measuring myself against friends or enemies or fill in the blank.

It feels so normal to count–even necessary–that it’s hard to stop. After all, we do have moments of elation when we feel like we’ve surged ahead in our accounting. But the anxiety of staying ahead and the pressure to keep up quickly spoils the fun.

So we opt out for a while. We tear up the lists and turn off the media that encourage our incessant competitiveness. Then one day we get restless, and something comes along that starts us counting again.

It was on just such a day that my husband and I walked into our first cycle class.

Up until then I had glanced at sweaty cyclists through the window and said, “That is not fun and I am never doing that!” But that day we decided we needed to boost our metabolism. So we showed up for the beginner class. The instructor greeted us boisterously and got us situated on a bike. “Have fun!” she chirped.

Fun? There were too many numbers in front of me to think about fun. The bike measured how far, how hard, how fast, and how long we were cycling, not to mention how many calories we had burned. At least it kept me busy and slightly distracted. But which number mattered most? What counted?

Then I bought a heart rate monitor and a funny thing happened. I noticed the numbers of my heart rate matched my effort perfectly. Feeling warmed up? Yep, 145. Feeling like I hit my pace? Yep, 155. Feeling like I’m going to fall off my bike? Yep, 165. So I quit looking at the numbers and just rode.

It felt like freedom.

Measuring Myself

We do this in our Christian lives, too. We have an inner counter that won’t quit. We measure ourselves against each other and commend or condemn ourselves depending on how we do.

We become proud of the things we do–juicing or recycling or homeschooling or picketing abortion clinics. These things might be good and we might be called to do them. But when we feel better about ourselves as we do them, then we begin to think they count.

We become proud of the things we don’t do–eating junk or watching junk or buying junk or collecting junk. These things might be bad and we might be called to avoid them. But when we pat ourselves on the back for them, then we begin to think they give us an advantage.

But as soon as we move the measure of ourselves away from Jesus and what he has done for us, we lose. It doesn’t matter how good (or bad) we feel about ourselves, we’ve chosen the wrong measure.

We have submitted ourselves to something that doesn’t count.

What Counts?

What counts in the Christian life is this.

“For in Christ Jesus neither circumcision nor uncircumcision counts for anything, but only faith working through love” (Galatians 5:6).

Let’s look at the things that don’t count first. Circumcision–not much of a temptation for our day–stands for every good work I do in order to feel OK about myself. Uncircumcision–the label used as an insult in Paul’s day–stands for every unclean thing I avoid in order to feel superior to others.

What does count? Christ counts. The finished work of Christ counts. He finished every good work his Father gave him to do–fulfilling all true righteousness. He became unclean on the cross bearing our curse–atoning for all self-righteousness.

Faith in this Christ frees us from constantly measuring ourselves. Jesus himself frees us to love others. Good works abound through such love. We don’t bother to stop and count them, because God sees and remembers them. We are free to simply do them.

Free in Christ

If Christ has set us free, why would we submit ourselves again to our inner accountant? Paul writes:

“For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery” (Galatians 5:1).

This is a choice we are faced with daily–will I submit to measuring my worth by what I do or will I stand tall in the freedom of Christ? It’s a choice. I am not a victim of my inner slave driver. I have been set free. Jesus means me to live in that freedom.

Free to love. Free to serve. Free to stop counting, jump on my bike and ride like the wind.

2 comments on “Gospel Workout: What Counts?

  1. I measured myself against others for many years. It is still a temptation at times. But when I see myself as I really am in God’s eyes–but for the blood of Jesus–I am helplessly sinful and flawed. This blog entry is an excellent reminder. Thank you.

    • Rondi says:

      Good morning Margaret, I’m sorry for the late reply, but I was traveling and don’t have my blog password on my ipad. I’m flawed, too. As well as sinful. So glad this post encouraged you to look away from yourself to Jesus. That’s the only place my soul finds rest–as well as freedom to love. Grace and peace to you sister.