I’ll Never Be a Track Star
“Where are you going?” I asked the running man.
“I don’t know…but I’m running as fast as I can.”
“Why are you running so fast?” I said.
“I have to get there before I am dead.”
The thing is… I know that I am in a race… I know where I am going… and I know Who will be waiting for me at the finish line.
The trouble is… despite all of this wonderful knowledge… when it comes to this race that I am running, I will never be a track star. The fact that I appear to be in good company is, at times, small consolation.
So many obstacles and hurdles can be found along my course that I fear I do not have what it takes to finish the race.
I am like Thomas, overwhelmed by doubt. Too often, I feel the need to see the nail prints for myself. I am like the Bill and Gloria Gaither song, “I believe…help thou my unbelief.”
Other times, I am like Peter… by my very actions I deny the Lord. What my heart knows… and my mouth professes… that Jesus is my Savior, gets lost in every day translation. I am judgmental. I am impatient. I let my anger get the better of me. I say and do things that create stumbling blocks for the people unlucky enough to be within my sphere of influence at that particular time.
I am like Paul… I count myself chief among sinners. Who am I to be “preaching” to anyone? My sin is of no less consequence in the eyes of God. Perhaps, my sin may be greater because I know better. Should I “continue in sin that grace may abound?” God forbid.
I am Martha. I am ruled by the tyranny of the trivial, as I worry and fret over the smallest things. I stay irrationally and exhaustively busy micro-managing the unimportant. I don’t take the time to just sit at the feet of Jesus. How I long to be Mary.
I am the servant in the parable, burying my God-given talents.
I masquerade so no one sees the “real” me. I don’t want anyone to realize my imperfections, but I know how things are. I know how they should be. I know how they could be.
In my prayer closet, where only God sees, my tears are unbridled. My heart cries out, beseeching the Holy Spirit to give utterance to my prayers, when I don’t have the words to pray. And yet…
I really do want to run my race well. I honestly want to bring glory and honor to my Lord. I want to be faithful in the little things that I have been given. I will never be a track star, but my all-consuming passion is to hear the words, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”
I have never shared these feelings with anyone before now.
Phew! What a relief to be able to share it with you.
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Beginning poem is an original work.
Matt. 25: 23
Romans 6: 1
Song: “I Believe, Help Thou my Unbelief” by Bill and Gloria Gaither
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