I know this is hard for you to believe, but this
seventy-year-old man used to run cross country in college. In 1969 I worked third shift at Standard
Coosa Thatcher thread mill. I got off
work at 6 AM, ran 3 miles, and then went to breakfast at 7 AM. Then to classes at 8 AM until 1 PM. Then I ran 5 miles until supper, and then
crash until 10 PM and work again. I did
it then, but I couldn’t do it now. Now,
my running is limited to running to the dining room table. In 1969, I ran in a race at Bryan
College. I got off work at 6 AM and
hitchhiked from Chattanooga to Dayton, Tennessee. But when I got to Dayton, the race had already
started. So, the officials noted the
time and let me start late. The race was
from Dayton to Spring City, a distance of 17 miles. A few miles into the race, I became so tired
that I almost gave up. But about the
same time, I caught up with and passed two runners who were in last place. So I kept going on. Towards the end, I had to force myself to take
each step. I finished the race in 3
hours 10 minutes. Hey, the Christian
life is just like that race. This life
isn’t a sprint, it’s a long distance run that takes determination for each step
of the way. Paul said in Philippians
3:13&14, “… forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth
unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of
the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.”
We should stay focused and press on.
Don’t give up, press on. Don’t
let discouragement pull you down, press on.
Whatever comes your way, press on.
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