I’m not sure who invented the treadmill. I imagine it was someone who decided that a rainy day wouldn’t stand in their way of a long jog. Or maybe it was someone who wanted to go running, but didn’t appreciate the judgmental glances that were thrown their way when their out-of-shape body went shuffling down the street. Who knows? Nevertheless, treadmills have made their way into homes across the globe, as well as gyms and fitness centers galore. Miles upon miles have been traveled, and yet no one has really gone anywhere.
Sometimes I wonder if my faith is on a treadmill. I can push myself to the limits but not really go anywhere. Then, when it comes time to really put my faith into action, it’s like I’m traveling down roads I’m not prepared for.