Soā¦ Jesus enters a bar.
Heās swarmed by the crowd as soon as he hits the door.
Rockstar status, everyone greets him with cheers as they realize...
He has come in full miracle mode!!!
Jesus spots three people with disabilities sitting along the bar.
The first person Jesus sees has one leg shorter than the other. The patrons in the bar call her āHi-Lowā because she has a hobble when she walks.
The second person that Jesus sees has a hump on his back. The patrons in the bar refer to him as āQuasimodoā of the famed Notre Dame Watchtower.
The third guy was in a wheelchair. The patrons in the bar dubbed him āSpeedyā for the power in his electric wheelchair. (*bear with me here.)
So Jesus walks towards the disabled woman, places hands on the woman and her short leg.
Kaboom!!! Her shorter leg is now the length of the normal leg!!!
She does a demonstration in front of the bar.
She kisses Jesusā cheeks and thanks him before running out of the bar.
The guy with the hunchback steps forward.
Jesus again places hands on him.
Kaboom!!! His hunchback deflates, his back is straight and the hunchback can now look you in the eye.
Hunchback, he is no longer!!!
He kisses Jesusā cheek and thanks him, jumps up and down and runs out of the bar to show off his straightened back.
The crowd is in awe. They want to see his greatest feat yet.
Can Jesus make a cripple man walk?
Jesus begins to walk towards the man in the wheelchair.
All of the sudden the man in the wheelchair yells
āHALTā as he raises up both his hands to stop Jesus dead in his tracks.
He says āJesus, Iāve seen what you can do, and your miracles are all well and good, but please donāt touch me. Thatāll stop my disability check!ā
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Drumroll.
Fanfare.
That joke makes me laugh, but also makes me think.
The wheelchair rider couldnāt imagine the next plateau in his life by being healed because of the āthe story he told himselfā and how being in that wheelchair defined his existence.
He defines himself as a disabled person; physically and mentally.
It was apart of his identity, and probably a big part of how he labeled himself.
Labels tend to stunt growth.
Are you wearing labels that is not conducive to your self-growth?
Personally, Iāve found myself doing that when I started going to the gym. Iāve never had a sculpted body or rock hard abs that could slice your fingers if you run your hands over it, butā¦
Iāve always wanted them.
(But CARBSā¦ f**kinā carbs man.)
I never had the discipline, then I saw the movie CREED, and I was like GODDAMN. I want killer abs and to work out with Sylvester Stallone.
But my mind whispered something to me and it said āThatās not youā¦ youāve never had abs before. Why would you have them now?ā
I was deflated.
My head told me a lie.
A repeated one at that.
I felt that since I never had abs, I guess abs werenāt for me.
It was a bullshit lie that I continuously bought into.
I am now working to buy into my new belief.
āFitness is for meā is my new mantra.
Iām posing a question for you though, are you relying on a *disability*?
Are you giving yourself an imposed handicap as to why you fall short?
It doesnāt have to be a physical ailment. It can be a financial ailment, a relationship ailment or even a career ailment.
An ailment in this instance can be defined as:
A lie that you tell yourself as to why you havenāt gotten somewhere or why you have not reached your ultimate potential?
Itās time for spring cleaning.
Sit down for 3 minutes today and think of the biggest possible goal youād like to achieve and see what that lie that pops into your head tells you about why you canāt hit your mark!
Write it down.
Now the hard work begins..
Now itās time to reframe and re-evaluate the lie we keep telling ourselves.
I want another order off the menu of life because these insecure lies taste like mediocrity.
Itās time to self-heal.