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People are More Important than Food

I love studying nutrition. I love seeking out information on how to help my body function at it's highest capacity.

But you know what I've noticed? I've noticed that sometimes this "knowledge" leads to my looking into other peoples grocery carts and thinking to myself  "oh my goodness, I can't believe they eat that!"

Which has lead me to several observations.

1.  The world of nutrition is a lot like the "religious world"...there are a bunch of people who ALL think they know the truth and anyone who disagrees is either insincere or just ignorant.

For example:

Some people (who are considered experts) say you should take generic fish oil. Other experts say those experts have got it all wrong and you should take krill oil. Still other experts say both of those experts have it wrong and you should take cod liver oil. And the funny thing is, they all have "evidence" to back up their claim.

Sounds confusing, doesn't it?

It basically comes down to who you trust. And the thing is, the people who follow these people obviously benefit from doing maybe they all have their place and maybe God never intended for us to get so uppity about it all.

2.  I think that sometimes nutrition gets taken out of context. Yes, we should strive to be good stewards of our bodies. Yes we should use self control and do what we can to keep our bodies working at their optimum level so that when our "neighbors" need our help we are healthy and able to do so...but when our nutrition views take precedents over who we will and won't socialize with or how we view people who don't agree with us or follow a different plan...then it is out of it's context.

3.  But the thing is, it doesn't matter how much fish oil (or krill oil or cod liver oil) we take...we don't have the power to add even one day to our lives.

4.  Eating healthy foods (and taking supplements if you choose to do so) is only meaningful in the context of being a servant, of loving God with everything that we are...because our bodies are not our own.

5.  If nutrition gets in the way of loving people, it has lost it's meaning. If I place so much emphasis on nutrition that I find myself using it as a basis of judgement, then it has no value.

I'm going to continue to strive to feed my family healthy things. But I'm going to do it with the understanding that whether I take krill oil or fish oil or cod liver oil (or follow a specific diet or nutrition plan) only has eternal value if it aids me in loving God.

All we can do is our best and if a friend wants to meet me at McDonalds for lunch...that person has more value than my nutritional stance on the food offerings of McDonalds. I will happily and without regret or reservation gobble up a cheeseburger and maybe a fry or two...all in the name of love!

So there you have it! :)


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