My therapy this week was great. Physically painful, but great. But what therapist would inflict physical pain on their clients you might ask. Not many. And for me, therapy is actually my training at my Tae Kwon Do dojang. It was painful tonight because on 8 months ago while doing take down drills I fell improperly and rolled my shoulder, and this week I aggravated it. Oh well, I love it, and pain just reminds me I'm alive. (Twisted, right!?)
Tae Kwon Do has been a part of my life for the better part of 25 years. It has been a valuable source of discipline and structure. Also it instills the values of honor, self respect and respect for others and perseverance. ( How do these translate to our Christian life? To pastoral care?)
As of late, it has taken on more of a spiritual meaning for me. Martial arts have always been rooted in spiritual thinking and practice. I found this time of physical training has also become my spiritual discipline as well. In the moments of silence as i preform my hyungs I finds moments of meditation and prayer. Time to reconnect with self and with God. In sparring and defense drills I find connection and intimacy with my training partner. I put trust in another human being.
So as I train and having just received my 3rd Dan black belt, I take solace in my (re)new(ed) spiritual discipline. This may be the one discipline that maintains me through this Lenten season and beyond. And in that, I will seek comfort.
"But as for me, afflicted and in pain-may your salvation, God, protect me." Psalm 69:29