Summary
Summary“I felt like I was in a boxing ring with the devil himself. Every day, every temptation was throwing punches, and I was almost tapping out—feeling empty, running from one momentary thrill to the next. But one night I drove past a foggy gym – people were sweating, fighting, and pushing each other. I said to myself, ‘I almost died in that first Jiu Jitsu class, but this is something I have to do.’ Just like in Jiu Jitsu—starting as a white belt, tapping out over and over—life never gets easier even as you earn a new belt. In my teens, I drifted away from the Church of Christ. I stopped leading the children’s worship service I once loved, and that sin snowballed. I woke up tired of feeling empty, chasing parties and hollow pleasures. I decided to step back into a choir gathering with friends, and I was astonished by the dedication of believers. I realized I had wasted so much time ignoring God, others, and my own conscience. I repented and embraced more responsibilities in church—my life became busier, but I gained a deeper joy. Each worship service, every leadership service, replenished my faith. I fought for this belt—my faith belt—and I will defend it. I deserve to be here, and I’m so thankful for this responsibility God has given me. 🙏🥋✨”
A man regains what he’s lost, by fighting for it.
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