Exercise Study - The Counsel of the Ungodly.
Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly,
Psalm 1:1
It's a sad fact, but a true one, that the most unhealthy and sickest people you meet tend to be those who rely on medical doctors for their health advice. They are the people who take all sorts of drugs for their various aliments but yet always seem to be in some sort of physical quandary. But don't ever call this fact to their attention. Because if you do, they will usually get quite angry with you. They have complete trust in their doctors. They will defend their doctor to their dying breath.
It's also a fact that most medical doctors believe in the theory of evolution. That is what they are taught in medical school. But then that is what the population as a whole is taught in our school system. But in the area of the sciences, if one questions or actually disagrees with the theory of evolution, they are made to feel they are someone who not only is not a true scientist, but possibly a downright idiot. To them it is not theory. To them evolution is proved science.
The problem is that a person cannot believe in the theory of evolution and also believe that the Holy Bible is true. Because one contradicts the other.
So if a person does not believe that the Bible is true, they certainly cannot really believe in the God who is spoken about in the Bible. They may claim to believe in God and even Jesus. But then, they are not really even being logical in their thinking. It's confusing when they try to explain what they really believe in. But these are the people who call themselves medical experts and charge people considerable money for their medical counsel. You get what you pay for.
I learned a very important lesson early in life about relying on doctors for counsel on my health. As a child I was very sickly. Both my parents were chain smokers and the little house we lived in was constantly filled with tobacco smoke. As a result, my immune system was impaired and I was plagued with allergies. I was allergic to grass, weeds and pollen outside and dust and molds inside. No matter where I went, I was allergic to something.
My mother was a registered nurse, so she believed in doctors. We lived in a small town in Michigan and she drove me over an hour to a very prestigious hospital at the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor. Both my parents loved me and only wanted the best for me. But it never really occurred to either of them that the cigarette smoking might not be the best for me.
The doctors at the hospital did a number of allergy tests on me and decided on the best course of action. I would receive weekly allergy injections to build up my immune system. That would solve the problem. So for nearly two years my mother drove me once a week, over an hour each way, to the hospital to get my shots. I got quite familiar with the shots. But my allergies never went away.
I was a physical mess. I was skinny and weak. I looked like some kid in a concentration camp. I was embarrassed to ever take off even my shirt in front of anyone. I used to dream that if I had only one wish in life it would be to have good health. That was all I really wanted. At night, when I said my prayers, I would always ask God to give me that one wish. And finally, in a round-about-way, He did.
Like most kids, I liked reading comic books. In the back of the books were little ads for various things. One ad always attracted my attention. It was the ad for the Charles Atlas Dynamic Tension Course. Because the ad featured a little skinny guy getting sand kicked in his face who took the course and built up a healthy, muscular body. And I knew I was that little skinny guy. And I wondered if that ad was really true. So one day, on a lark, I sent away for the course.
I can still remember the joy of anticipation I had the day the course came in the mail. I ran up to my room and tore open the envelope with excitement. By today's standards, it wasn't much really. There were no photos, only several typewritten pages mimeographed and stapled together. But they explained a series of exercises I could do in my own bedroom, with no equipment, and some basic dietary rules for gaining muscular weight. I read the pages over and over and began to follow them implicitly.
My parents began to notice a change in me. I was putting on muscular weight and eating more. And I was also beginning to feel just generally healthier. Then I had my parents buy me a bicycle and I began to ride all around our neighborhood for some cardio exercise. That made me feel even better still.
So one day, I told my mother I didn't want to drive into the hospital for my allergy shot. I told her I was feeling much better and I didn't think I needed them anymore. At first she didn't want me to stop them. But eventually she agreed. My allergy problems were hardly apparent at all anymore. And I realized that it was not the shots that did it. It was the exercise and improved nutrition.
And I realized then, that if the doctors had really known about what was best for my health, that they should have given me the Charles Atlas Course. They should have told me about eating differently and riding a bicycle. But then they couldn't have charged my parents all that money for their expensive injections and their doctor visits. From their point of view, the injections made better business sense.
I learned that lesson early in life. Unfortunately, many people have yet to learn it themselves.
But this is not meant as a condemnation of all medical doctors or the medical profession as a whole. However, I do believe that the profession itself, with its focus on pharmaceutical therapy as a remedy for so many ills, is simply looking in the wrong direction and on the wrong path.
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