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“Come on, you can do it!”, the crowd roars with one voice while doing a perfectly synced wave around me. Here I am, ahead of so many runners yet behind just as many; though it matters not who is ahead or behind, only that I’m headed towards the finish line. Yet I think to myself, so close and yet so far away as sweat pours down my forehead, blurring the view of the taut yellow tape yet to be broken. My legs burn since beginning this final lap and I feel as if I have but a few breaths left in my lungs. If not for the crowd cheering me on I would have given up long ago and must be careful still not to block out their voices by my own doubts that rival to be heard and drown theirs' out.
And though it seems to be a newsworthy “underdog” story, mine is not much different from the others running in this same race. Before this race we were all a ragtag bunch of unqualified, out of shape nobodies, orphans in fact until miraculously adopted by a Father whose sacrifice qualified us not only to run this race but to fight the good fight! At first I thought it impossible and myself unworthy to trod the same ground as some of the great runners before me. Gold medalists like Abraham, Moses and David (not that I’m a name dropper or bragging). For you see, there’s no partiality with our Father, in fact He loves the whole world, giving every human being the very same opportunity he offered us.
Though I feel as if I’ll die before completing this last lap considering I see my life passing quickly before me. And even though in the distance I hear of wars and rumors thereof, that is not why I know the finish line’s not far away. It’s what I see much closer, even closer than our seemingly failing government and financial system. Rather it’s the very grass my feet pound upon and the flowers that feel the breeze as I run past them. For I see myself in each green blade and colorful petaled face, here today only to to soon fade and be gone tomorrow.
This last lap of this race has proved to be so much more difficult to run than the first one, although I should have expected it. When I began the race I remember feeling only the gentle morning sun and the cool breeze against my face and the cheering crowds only added to my “high”. I realize now that it isn’t the beginning or even mid-way in the race that we so desperately need the encouragement but rather more so to accomplish what matters most....enduring to it’s end.
Thank God the crowd is still cheering me on but more importantly is my Father’s own words I hear loud and clear, reminding me I’m not alone and that His Son is continually interceding for me. For what He has me begun by dying on the cross and shedding His blood and by His resurrection the same shall see me through to the finish line. The end, where awaits the coveted, unmerited prize and glorious crown …..Jesus, my Savior and Lord!
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