Some of you may know that once upon a time, I was a seriously committed martial arts practitioner. That's me, flying through the air in the picture, by the way. Admittedly, I was 5 years younger and 20lbs lighter back then, but it's always good to reminisce about when I was in shape. Yes, I know I look like the type who wouldn't say boo to a goose, but I'm a person of many layers - a bit like an onion, although far less likely to make you cry. Even so, I enjoyed training, and was pretty competent (yes, I am a black belt, before you ask), even competing nationally and internationally with some success.
It became something of an obsession for me, affecting almost every aspect of my life. My diet was specific, even cutting out crisps, biscuits and chocolate (the horror!) and I was training 5, even 6 days per week. A sizeable proportion of my time and resources went towards training sessions, paying for training equipment, transport and entry to tournaments around the country, insurance and nutritional supplements. When I wasn't training, I was watching videos of others who were fighting to learn techniques (or just to see others kicking butt with style). The pinnacle of my martial arts career would have been winning the European championship in 2006, just before I moved to Manchester. After the move, there simply wasn't the time to maintain the level of commitment to training that I was engaging in before. So in 2007, I quietly retired first from competitive martial arts, and gradually from martial arts altogether.
There was a time where I felt like a huge part of my life had ended - and to a certain extent, that was true. However, the more significant truth is that I've actually found something more important to fight for - the mission of God. Let's be clear about something, there is nothing inherently wrong with training and competing (although I never got involved in the spiritual side of martial arts for obvious reasons). Yet when I look back at what I have to show for all of the efforts of my training, my net results are a few trophies and a black belt. However, committing my life to Christ will yield a far more valuable prize than all the titles in the world (Timothy 4:8).
If I persevere, by building myself up in faith and praying in the Holy Spirit, I receive the mercy of God and eternal life (Jude 20-21). The discipline of physical training grants a sharpened mind and a honed physique, but the discipline of spiritual training bears the fruit of righteousness (Hebrews 12:11). When I fight for the Kingdom, I'm not fighting for my own glory - as I did before as a martial artist, I fight for the glory of the King of Heaven. My hands are trained for war - not to break bricks or to smash opponents, but to break spiritual strongholds in the lives of people and smash the works of the devil.
I don't belittle the years of training I underwent, since I received much that is good which has benefited me during the course of my life. The fact is, Ill never stop fighting - I just have something better to fight for.
AN Out


