The lie isn’t whether it’s true; the lie is that it matters.

Yes, you are fat. You are ugly. You failed. You did a terrible thing. You are unwell. You ____________ (fill in the blank).

And you are not beyond redemption — because none of the facts define you. How can this be possible? After all, the evidence of your inadequate humanness offends every sense. Yet you are OK because the God of the impossible came to earth in the flesh, hung on a cross, and declared your inadequacies finished.

He is the one and only risen God, who snatched hell’s keys from Satan’s grip, the keys that also unlock your chains of fear, failure, and, yes, even fat. Proffer your shackled wrists, and allow Him to unlock — nay, smash — your chains. Be free of “not enough,” striving for the ever-moving mark, and wrestling unwellness in vain.

All that matters is that holy God loves you exactly as you are — altogether human and sinful. That is eternity’s empty-grave truth.