A friend of mine planned on running in the annual
mini-marathon in Indianapolis. For
months he trained, plotting a course through town and laying out a training
schedule so that he would be ready. He
ran religiously. I knew on certain days
and certain times if I drove through town I would find him pushing himself
harder to reach his goal. He did
everything that he needed to do in order to be ready, but the evening before
the race my friend didn’t feel very well, and he knew that race day was going
to be a long day.
He had put all the hours and miles in order to be
ready, so he was determined to get on the course and run the race even though
he wasn’t feeling one hundred percent.
Things started out fine, but he could tell that he was expending more
energy than he should be just trying to keep up with the pace he had set for
himself. As he entered the track at the
speedway he could tell things were getting worse, and before he could make it
around the loop he collapsed. He was
sick and dehydrated and his body couldn’t take any more. He found shelter and shade in a medical tent,
where he was given great attention. He
was feeling so terrible that it took him a while to get the strength back up to
get back on the track. When it was all
said and done, it took my friend over four hours to complete the race, more
than double the time he was aiming for.
A few days after the race, he sat in my office. He was visually discouraged and frustrated
after putting in all the hard work and not getting the result he wanted. We talked for a bit and he told me that he
was planning on doing another mini in the near future, knowing that he could do
better and cross the finish line the way he wanted this time. Last weekend, he ran that race and finished
very close to the time he was shooting for.
I know it’s not how he envisioned it, but I was
really proud of my friend for finishing strong.
He accomplished what he wanted to do – he crossed that finish line proud
of all that he had done.
This past week, we received word that one of the
long time members of our church passed away.
He was a great man of God who was very influential in the lives of so
many people in our congregation. He
spent most of his adult life doing God’s work, sharing the Gospel with anyone
who would listen or care to watch him live his life. In the last five years he developed Alzheimer’s,
and then in the fall he was diagnosed with cancer. It was difficult for his family to watch his
decline. But the amazing thing was
watching him and his family finish strong.
When I think of this great man I am reminded of the
words of the Apostle Paul nearing the end of his ministry, “For I am already being poured out … I have fought the good fight, I
have finished the race, I have kept the faith.”
Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord …
will award me on that day - and not only to me, but also to all who have longing
for his appearing” (2 Timothy 4:6-8).
In the coming days, we will celebrate the life he
lived. We will also celebrate how he
finished the race strong. We will talk
about how he fought the good fight. We
will remember how he kept the faith. And
we will smile when we realize that one day we too will have the opportunity to
be awarded the crown of righteousness, not for anything we had done – but because
we lived our lives longing for God.
This week, I have asked myself how do I run a race
like that. How do I live a life like he
lived? How do I keep the faith, fight
the good fight and finish strong? I
think the secret is in our perspective.
It’s not about one race. It’s
about many races. It’s not about one
battle or fight; it’s about a daily skirmish.
The secret to running THE race
and finishing well has to do with what we do each day.
We have to run the race each day. We have to train to make the right decisions. We have to practice fighting the good
fight. We have to get better at being
faithful in tough times. And all of
those things happen one day at a time.
You can’t just sit down and say, today I am changing course and I am
going to finish the race strong, twenty … thirty … forty … fifty years from
now. No, you have to decide today that
you will run the race, and fight the good fight, and finish strong.
And when you do that – there is no doubt in my mind
that some days you will not cross the finish line the way you wanted to, or the
way you planned to. But my friends,
remember you still crossed the line.
And then tomorrow you will get back up and you will
try again, knowing that you can do a little bit better than you did the day
before. You will also know that when you
live life this way, (running the race, fighting the good fight, and longing
after God) that one day you will receive an award that is far greater than just
crossing the finish line.
So I encourage you, finish this day strong. Then finish the next one and the next one and
the next one. Finish this season
strong. Finish this year strong. Run the race.
Fight the good fight. And
anxiously await for the day, when you will be embraced into His arms and you
will hear your Father in Heaven say, “Well done.”