tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825243.post537322697045072668..comments2024-01-06T07:53:11.832-08:00Comments on disabled Christianity: Exercising your love muscleJeff McNairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10029386598033932429noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6825243.post-84686270413906133242008-02-20T15:34:00.000-08:002008-02-20T15:34:00.000-08:00the thing i love about starting to work out again ...the thing i love about starting to work out again is the "good pain" that you feel, like you know you accomplished something and although you are sore, it is a good kind of sore. i always find it hard to actually start working out again though. i will be on a kick for a while, but when i stop i always procrastinate on starting again. i say this week i will start, then i say next monday, then it just gets pushed away to where i don't even think about it anymore. <BR/><BR/>i think thats how it is at church when we see a new face, especially those who are disabled. you say to yourself, i should go talk to them, then it turns into next week i will, and the week after that i will... and pretty soon we never welcome these new individuals. if we had, although it can be "harder" to talk to these individuals, once you do you get a feeling of accomplishment, a good sore. <BR/><BR/>i am a youth group leader. it is a great job! part of my job is to scan the room and find the students there who aren't really talking to anyone and make them feel comfortable and welcomed. i still find it hard and sometimes dread talking to the students i know aren't as socially developed as others i usually hang out with. the conversations are always more awkward, it is hard sometimes to be the one who carries the conversation, but when service starts and we sit together, i have a feeling that i helped make them feel a part of the group and it helps me continue the conversations...<BR/><BR/>even though it can be hard, i want to make good on my commitment ti\o be loving and welcoming to all that i encounter, and then it will no longer be an obligation, but a priveledgeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com