The smell of hot, wet, smelly bodies permeated the air. It was so foul, I quietly moved away from the finish line, unable to watch one more person struggling to cross the finish line. Why would anyone want to treat their bodies so cruelly?
I had never attended a race like this before. Each person who entered had to ride a bike a particular distance, swim through rough, treacherous waters and run several miles.
At the finish line they staggered , hardly able to drag themselves to where their family was waiting for them with much needed food and water. I canít imagine what those families feel, seeing and smelling the results of this terrible day. And knowing they would have to be there again, in a few weeks or months, for the next one.
Do you have any idea what these people put themselves through just to be a part of these contests? They train and train every single day for the various skills they need for each race, to the exclusion of most everything else. Most have jobs that they have to go to each weekday but other than that their lives and the lives of their families revolve around the necessary training.
Can you imagine what the human race would be if these same people put even half of that energy into learning about God? If even a small amount of the time was spent talking to their heavenly Father and asking what He would like for them to be doing.
I can imagine!
Sports racer: Dear God, please help me just run the next mile.
God: What do you hope to accomplish?
Sports racer: I want to be a winner. I need that big 1st place ribbon to hang on my wall.
God: The most important gifts I have given you arenít hanging on your wall.
Sports racer Hey Man, what do you mean? All my ribbons are on the wall. Iím really glad you are always running with me.
God: I am always running with you to keep you safe, but I didnít give you this healthy body in order to run a race like this. This body is a gift I gave you to help my people who are in need. You are wearing it out instead of using it to help other who need you.
Sport racer: What do you mean, God? I help others whenever I see someone in need. I gave a dollar or two to that guy on the street the other day that said he needed food.
God: Did you bother to go to the homeless shelter to be sure they had food for the hungry?
Sports racer: No way man! Iím not going near that place. All those people are dirty, smelly, uck, I couldnít stand to go there,
God: Do you think you smell good when you reach the finish line and your family is there to take care of you? Do you think they like to see and smell you like you are right now?
Sports racer: My family loves me, they donít mind.
God: My child, I also love you and I donít mind if you have a hobby of racing, however, I do mind when you wonít take the time to spend time with your family because you feel running and all that other training is more important. Your family is a gift I gave you and I donít see their pictures on you wallójust a bunch of ribbons.
And I gave you lots of extra energy so you could spend some time building houses and serving food to my children who are less fortunate than you.
Sports racer: Gee God, am I really that bad? I didnít realize that I was hurting other people while I thought just of what would make me happy. Lord, would you please show me the way to be the person you planned for me to be?
God: Yes my child. I am always beside you waiting for you to call on me. Now, take your family over to that bench and smell the pretty roses I grew for you to enjoy!
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