Why I Stopped Smoking (and how I kept from restarting)

In the year and a half since I abruptly stopped smoking, several people have asked me for advice on the issue. Even today, I received a message from a friend asking about what scriptures helped me to stop. I thought that while I was responding, I might as well make this available to everyone. These are my thoughts and convictions about smoking. I'm not trying to tell you that this is a formula and that it applies to everyone... I'll just tell you that I haven't found any reason that it isn't and that it doesn't.

Just now I looked online to see what some other people had written regarding whether or not christians should smoke. I'll be honest... that was a little frustrating. It seems like there are two camps:

-one that cites 1 Corinthians 6:19-20 "... your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit..." and that you therefore cannot poison your body

-the other that says that the bible never talks about smoking specifically, which means you can do it

I'll just say real quick, the second point is bogus (and bogus is an awesome word that I forgot about). The first point, however, is legitimate, although I personally never felt much conviction on it. I know a lot of people (like me at one point) argue against the "body is a temple" thing by pointing out a lot of other harmful things that are more socially acceptable. Something like, "well, if the body is such a temple, why are you eating that Big Mac?" Justifying our own sin by pointing out the sin of another is bad practice. The fact that there are many things that are unhealthy is a poor excuse to do one more unhealthy thing. If anything, it's an even stronger reason why NOT to. Enough about that though, let's get on with the good stuff.

I smoked a pack a day for more than 7 years. First of all, that's around $8,000.00 for cigarettes, which is incredible to me, but sort of pointless for what I'm going to say. About 2 years ago I began to seek God in a new way. Without giving my whole testimony here, let's just say that the more I began to walk toward God, the more I found God, and the more I fell in love with God. For a while I had some slight convictions about smoking, although they mostly felt related to other people's perceptions of me. Eventually, as I read the bible more, I had this moment of clarity where I realized that, regardless of health, public opinion, whatever... if God asks me to not smoke, and I respond by continuing to smoke, I have just declared that my cigarette smoking is more important to me than God. My addiction, my physical, chemical, mental dependence had been getting in the way of me worshiping the one true God. So if you're looking for a specific verse that helped me to quit, it would have to be Exodus 20:3 "You shall have no other gods before me." That verse pretty much sums up the initial 'spring cleaning' that went on in my life as I began my walk toward God. I wanted to know God more and more, and quickly started to realize that that wasn't happening because He was one of many to me. I was devoting so much of myself to so many little gods that I rarely paid attention to the one big God.

I hope this helps some. When I stopped smoking, the chemical withdrawals were difficult and I became depressed for several weeks. This was curbed by exercise. I found that my mind kept wanting to believe that after I "finished quitting" I would be able to restart again. If you've ever tried to quit before, you probably know what I mean. The thing that changed this thinking for me and absolutely closed the door on it was a picture in my head of Jesus. A realization that this was not for me, but for my Lord. I remembered what I was doing, where I was going, what my goal was. My goal was God himself, at any cost, by any road. There's no sentence that I can give you that will make quitting easier. Maybe some laser treatment or hypnosis or something, who knows. Rather than take the difficulty away though, I can assure you of the one who will be with you all through the difficulty, and I can assure you of the new understanding of strength that comes out on the other side.

also, if you never quit smoking, never stop doing whatever it is you're struggling with, God loves you the same.

locked on target

Right now I'm sitting on the balcony of our 7th story apartment. It's 9:31 in the morning. I came out here a little while ago to read the Good Book, pray, and start out my day focusing my eyes on the Lord. After a certain point, I thought I'd mix things up. So, I grabbed this computer and pulled up a little podcast from a church I used to attend ("used to" because of distance, not difference). As I was nearing the end of this message, I began to feel the presence of a sound... some might call it a beat. I figured it was a car downstairs and that it would soon leave. I sort of paused everything but my mind.

***Let me add here a simple fact that most can attest to: during movies and messages, I am very easily distracted by foreign sounds or movements.***

So, when I realized that the sound persisted, I looked downstairs. Suddenly I realized that it was music coming from what used to be the Black Box. I guess they had some 9AM dj there mixing for a bunch of early birds.

This whole thing really wasn't a bad experience, but it got my attention long enough to see an illustration:

When you're way up high, focused on worshiping the Lord, the devil may not be close enough to grab your ankle and pull you off that balcony, but he certainly knows how well sound travels, and if he can just spark your interest enough to look down for a minute, he'll do it.

It only takes one moment and one inch for a train to be off the tracks. Stay focused. Stay awake. Keep your eyes on the One you're looking to. Keep your ears tuned to His words.

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this is your last chance, Tigerlilly!

Yesterday I had two questions jump into my head that both seemed fairly similar.

1) If I found out that Jesus would return tomorrow, how would I live today?

2) If I found out that I would die tomorrow, how would I live today?

The interesting thing here is that my natural responses to these almost identical questions are complete opposites from one another.

My response to question one is that I would certainly drop all of the "priorities" that I once had, no longer worrying about food, money, bills, or social standing, and run outside, trying with every last breath to prepare the people that I love so that they might know Jesus.

My response to question two is that I would probably view the day as my day, and spend it trying to experience all of the things that I enjoy, seeing only the people that I enjoy seeing.

To break these answers down into their roughest state, we'll call answer 1) selfless and answer 2) selfish.

I think that the differing responses come from the differing perspectives from which I view each question. For the first, I approach it with my eyes looking ahead to God. With the second, my eyes are turned inside toward myself. Even writing that, the second seems harsh and extreme, but as I look at the results of that, I'm forced to recognize something equally harsh. The life lived out by the inward gaze is the life that I actually live. In fact, the life lived out by fixing one's eyes on God seems foreign and unrealistic in the world we exist in.

However, it only takes one glance at the bible to realize that this foreign, unrealistic way was the way displayed by the disciples in the new testament.

Alright, that's my thought for the morning. I'm not going to proof read it or even finish it. Just think it over and finish it for me.

The Rich Man

Tonight I heard somebody talking about a mission trip to a third world country. She made an observation that I have heard many times. Something along the lines of, 'these people had so little, but their hearts were so good and kind.' I've been thinking about this a lot lately. It really seems to reflect, once again, the comment that Jesus made about the rich man (mark10:23).

It's funny, when this recession hit, I heard several preachers pointing out that you, me, and everyone we know, regardless of how poor we might be, are some of the wealthiest people in the world as far as money and resources go. Even with that knowledge though, there's this strange disconnect that happens when we go on to read that verse. It seems for most of us, regardless of how wealthy we are, we read that story and relate it to some guy we saw driving a Bentley down Park Avenue. We think, 'man, rich guys have a hard time letting go of things... but that's him, not me.'

I'm not condemning wealth. What I am saying is that perhaps a lot of this stuff in our lives does more to distract us from God than it does to enhance our lives. The reason for this is probably because our unconscious self centeredness brings us to use these things to do just that... enhance OUR lives. In reality, I think we would be better served (and better to serve) if we used these things to enhance the lives of others. Maybe many of these things that we acquire and then proclaim, "God has blessed me with (blank)" are really just tools for us to bless others.

I think I'm getting that realization that my life resembles a house. Within that house is a wall filled with golden trophies given to me by God. Only now I'm starting to think that maybe what I thought were trophies are really serving cups. Maybe I could be using them to give water to all those thirsty people that I've never invited into my house. I bet I could even go out to them.

you're WELCOME..... jerk

Today, just before I walked into the Mystic Mart gas station, I noticed that a man was about to walk out. Rather than opening the door and scuttling on in, I decided to open the door and hold it open for the man. Upon exiting, the man avoided eye contact and kept his mouth shut. I looked at his eyes, extending his chance to acknowledge me. Nothin. So, whatever... I just walked inside, paid for gas, and walked back out. Then I saw him sitting in his car. I looked at him again and began to think, 'you jerk... you selfish...'

Suddenly I stopped. What was I doing? Why was I mad at that guy? I didn't hold the door open so that I would be praised or thanked or kissed on the cheek... I held it open to help him out. To make his day the slightest bit easier.

This story may be about holding the door at a gas station, but it certainly translates to many situations throughout our day. What are your motives in helping/serving/giving? Don't fool yourself into thinking that the "thank you" is the most important part.