The cry of your heart is not lost upon the ear of our faithful High Priest, who is touched with the feeling of our infirmities. You desire mastery over appetite and to bring the body into subjection, which is a right and noble aim if pursued for the glory of God and the furtherance of your stewardship. Yet let us take heed lest the longing for a comely form creep beyond its proper bounds and become a snare of vanity or a weight of unnecessary care. The body is but the tabernacle of clay; the soul is the immortal tenant. He that is overly anxious about the outward frame may neglect the inward man, which is renewed day by day. True fitness is first the fitness of the soul, lying prostrate before the cross, and then the body becomes a willing servant.
Consider the high charge of stewardship. The appetite, the hours of rest, the discipline of the table, these are not your own, but are lent to you by the Master for a season. A steward must be found faithful, not squandering strength through gluttony nor idling away health through neglect. Yet the same Lord who forbids making the belly a god also warns against a self-reliant asceticism that starves the soul of its true bread. He who eats the flesh of Christ and drinks His blood by faith knows an inward satisfaction that tempers the clamor of bodily cravings. When the soul feasts on Jesus, the tyranny of late suppers and overindulgence is weakened, for the deepest hunger is already stilled. Seek therefore to feed upon Him with a personal, hearty appetite; none can do this for you. Let Christ be as necessary to your soul as bread to the body, and you will find that the pleasure of His presence quiets the rebellious desires that drive you to the pantry at unseemly hours.
Self-examination is the scout that leads the way to victory. Set apart seasons to search not only the plate but the heart: Why do you eat? Is it to sustain life for labour in the vineyard, or to gratify a lust for comfort? The Lord who tries the reins sees every motive. Beware of a false humility that says, “I am unworthy to be disciplined,” while secretly cherishing the very indulgence you decry. True self-loathing, the deep grief over sin, will make you distrust your own resolutions and drive you to cling to Christ alone. A naked spirit is never drowned in the sea of divine love; it is the self-righteous swimmer, puffed up with willpower, who sinks. Go often to Gethsemane and Golgotha; behold the sufferings of your Saviour, and see if a plate of dainties can hold any charm when His soul was poured out unto death. In that sacred shadow, pride of appearance withers, and the fine gentleman or lady who frets over a few pounds is shown to be a thing of nought.
Remember, the life is more than meat, and the body than raiment. The heathen may live to pamper the flesh, but you have a better hope. Soon this mortal frame shall be laid aside, and the soul, unclothed, shall be present with the Lord. Will it then matter whether the waist was narrow or the form admired among men? Nevertheless, while you are in this tabernacle, groan not merely under the burden of a heavy frame but under the weight of indwelling sin. Offer the body as a living sacrifice, which is your reasonable service. That sacrifice may be plump or lean in the eyes of men, but holy, acceptable unto God, if presented in Christ. Do not despise the body He has made, nor make an idol of it. Eat with thanksgiving, sleep with trust, and labour with diligence, and the Lord will bring your outward man into such a condition as pleases Him best for His work. Should the weight remain, it may be a goad to keep you low and dependent. Should the slenderness come, guard against the serpent of self-congratulation.
The secret of a Christian’s temperance lies not in measuring morsels with a miser’s care, but in the heavenward bent of the affections. When the heart is ravished with the love of Christ, earthly appetites lose their tyranny. He that is full of the Bread of Life has little hunger for the leeks and garlic of Egypt. Yet watch, for the flesh is subtle. If you stumble, do not despair; the times of ignorance God winks at. But let each misstep teach you afresh that “without me ye can do nothing.” Rise, and go to Him who gives power to the faint. Breathe the prayer, “Lord, hold me up, and I shall be safe,” rather than planning your own regimen as if grace were a salve you could apply at will. The life of faith is one long receiving from the Head that the body may be nourished in due proportion.
Let your loathing of excess grow from a loathing of the sin that nails Christ afresh, not from a pining after the world’s approval. A man who has truly loathed himself before the Lord will never loathe his neighbour for being stout, nor despise the weak who struggle with the same infirmity. Bear with others, even as God for Christ’s sake has borne with you. And be not so busy feeding the flock or tending the vineyards of outward service that you neglect your own vineyard. The man who works so long that he sleeps not enough or eats not enough may in the long run be less capable of labour than if he had taken time for proper refreshment. There is a holy prudence that makes the body a fit instrument for the soul’s work, and this prudence is best learned on one’s knees.
Finally, fix your hope not on a perfect weight, but on the Perfect Righteousness of Christ. The more you feed on Him by faith, the more will every disordered desire be subdued and every lawful desire put in its proper place. Your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost; keep it clean and usable, but build no shrine to human beauty. The day is coming when this corruptible shall put on incorruption, and then all that is crooked shall be made straight. Until that hour, walk softly, eat simply, pray without ceasing, and look to Jesus, the Author and Finisher of your faith. He that spared not His own body but gave it for you will also give you what is needful for the body, according to His riches in glory. Trust Him, and be not high-minded; seek not a slenderness that panders to pride, but a temperance that serves love. So shall the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, keep your heart and mind, and the matter of the body shall be ordered by His wisdom without your fretting. Set your affection on things above, and the chains of inordinate appetite will fall away like the fetters of a prisoner who hears the jubilee trumpet sound.