Jesus Wasn’t Fat

30 Jun

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Jesus Wasn’t Fat

“Fat,” a word that hurts feelings of those with no control
It feels like an attack when said by some skinny bean pole
Even worse when spoken by someone with muscled frame
A word that causes much self-doubt, embarrassment and shame

When heavy folks hear “fat,” most don’t look closer at the speaker
And see the stretch marks that reveal at one time, they were weaker
The ego stings and covers ears and doesn’t want to hear
Life advice from those who sweat the fat off of their rear

I was fat when I was young and never do I hide
The reason why my girth was large, my frankness exceeds pride
I was obese because I lacked control over myself
Overweight because I was oblivious to health

Asleep and unaware to the effects that poor health brings
The lack of energy and focus all ‘cause ego stings
I got over myself and focused on those who were svelte
Warriors who took the punishment that life had dealt

Lean and mean with hard muscle, wiry and flexible
Quick as cats and sly as foxes, intense as a bull
Many men and women that I did admire had
A sharp and focused mind because their brain matter was clad

In toned muscle and working in harmony with the soul
Apostle Paul said how fitness is a spiritual goal:
“Your body is a temple,” from book of Corinthians
Incredible how followers of Christ speak against sins

Like tattoos, piercings, drugs and homosexuality
Yet spilling out over their belt is their hefty decree
That their body is not a temple, just an endless pit
They eat and eat and eat but do not sweat and show true grit

One of the Warriors I studied to inspire me
Was son of God himself, Jesus, the lamb who died for thee
Though we have no photographs or selfies of the Savior
An image can be formed through His teachings and His behavior

And many artists have rendered an idea of His form:
Lean and slender, fit and steady, ready for the storm
No double chin or big belly, the King of Kings was trim
His physical condition wasn’t because of the gym

Jesus walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked
And walked and walked and walked and walked and then sometimes He talked
He didn’t sit in chairs all day, He used his legs to move
He knew HE was a temple that would every day improve

With self-control of His diet as well as exercise
He knew that clarity was in proportion to waist size
Somewhere down the road it did become rude, coarse and crude
To tell people they are too fat and need to eat less food

How did being overweight become acceptable
For those who follow one who stopped eating ‘fore He felt full?
How did it become distasteful to say, “Lose some weight”?
How did giving wise advice get skewed as spewing hate?

How did the excuses get accepted with no thought?
“I’ve got an injury, my back hurts and my knees are shot!”
“I’ve got a thyroid issue, I can’t help that I am fat!”
I have more reasons than most do so their stories fall flat

If I can remain thin and trim for over twenty years
Then I’m convinced you can as well if you’d just dry those tears
If you would stop feeling so hurt and instead, focus on
Moving what still works on you, you’d start to grow your brawn

If you would say, “No!” to yourself when those cravings arise
Be ADAMANT and STUBBORN then, like me, you would surmise
That being overweight is choice, it’s more calories swallowed
Than used, it’s inefficiency, a way of life not followed

It’s hoarding more than is needed, it’s lack of awareness
It’s being honest with yourself, not kind but full fairness
Many cannot handle all the truths behind the flab
It makes them sad so they reach for their food to soothe the stab

But truth is something that my King has taught me to not fear
The truth is something I embraced and to which still adhere
My inspiration was not fat and did inspire me
To treat my body as a temple which set my mind free

Despite the pain that courses through my body every day
I choose to move what still works well and that is why I weigh
The same each time I step upon the scale regardless of
What year it is, my temple is something I show much love

By getting blood to flow and by throwing sugar in trash
By eating fruits and vegetables and not wasting my cash
On candy, deep fried dreck and other junk that tastes so “yummy”
That adds nothing to your life other than a flabby tummy

Feelings hurt? That’s no surprise, the lard causes thin skin
But one in one hundred will choose to take it on the chin
They’ll hear the truth and do the work to own and renovate
Their temple and they’ll owe it to wisdom instead of hate

                                       ~Miro

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