MY Race


Hebrews 12:1,2 :
 Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God


My Betsy is a swimmer.  She was blessed with the long torso, lean body type that proves an advantage for competitive swimming.  She also has the tenacity and work ethic that have resulted in some summertime blue ribbons.  She's a natural in the water.

There's this one habit, though, that her coach has worked with her hard to break.  When Betsy is speeding through the water, she has a hard time not glancing over to the lanes on either side just to check on the competition.  More than once, this has cost precious milliseconds that made the difference between 1st and 2nd.  This is very common among young swimmers.  You see it all the time - a kid gets out in front and decides that relishing the position includes looking back at those behind.  And that wasted motion means time lost for the lead. Betsy's been swimming for a while but even so, she has to fight hard that natural tendency to look at the other lanes.  For her, it's not to enjoy her lead but rather to see if she's still got the lead. She measures her progress, not by the finish line, but by the other swimmers.  On the side of the pool, her coach shakes his head (or shouts "No, Betsy!!"), wondering how he can keep her from worrying about somebody else's race.


I don't swim competitively but, like my Betsy, I wrestle with looking in the other lanes of those in the race around me.  I've walked with Jesus a long time and I should know better but I can still get distracted by some of those in the other lanes.  Happened to me just the other day. I read a book about a dynamic Christ-follower who does remarkable things.  I was inspired...and deflated.  Wondering if I am doing any of the right things.  I needed some encouragement to re-focus and so I thought you might, too.  It's so tempting to see others in the lanes around us and think they are winning.  Cuz they look like they're "ahead".  So we pull harder, try to swim faster, all the  while losing time because we are measuring our race by somebody else's.  Instead of focusing on the finish line.

Do you know what I mean?  We get distracted by all sorts of "wonder if's" -- should I go to that church where so and so goes?  Or get the same kind of Bible?  Or take that Bible study?  We look at the lane on the other side of the pool and assume that we should homeschool or adopt or do certain Mommy-activities or be involved in a particular ministry just because someone else is and they sure look like they are winning.
 
It's not that we want to beat somebody else (I don't think) - we just want to be sure we're doing the right thing to win the race.  And we can focus all too quickly on someone else's race and assume we are losing because we aren't running the same one.

But notice that the passage in Hebrews says "the race marked out for us".  This means we have an individual, particular race that we are to run.  It's ours.  Not somebody else's.  While we are all called to the same commands to love and serve and show mercy and obey God, our races are not all marked out the same.  We are called to finish this race - not to swim in somebody else's lane.  Time spent wondering or worrying about the other lanes distracts me from my own race, makes me lose not only focus and time but also joy and contentment. Of course we should clap and cheer for all those swimming beside us but they should not be a gauge of how well we are doing in our own lane.

The solution?  Right there in that passage.  Fixing my eyes on Jesus.  He called me to the race that He marked out for me.  He equips me to run that particular race.  And He promises joy in the running if I keep looking at Him. Gonna work on focusing on the finish line.  And less on the lanes of friends.



The Body

I'm reading an old classic - In His Image by Paul Brand, M.D.  It reads like a physiology text and I am loving it!  For today's Wednesday's Word, I will share some of my impressions after ingesting what he has to say.

The physical body is made up of a bazillion cells (can you tell this is in my own words?).  Each cell is distinct, yet connected.  Every cell in my body contains my own unique DNA, which links each one to one another, making them all belong together.  Yet they are separate from one another, individual.  Some work together and function as a group, different from other cell groups, yet all orchestrated to operate in harmony with one another. Every single cell in my body responds to orders from my brain...and every single cell recognizes an inherent bond with every other cell in my body, responding to their needs.  When cells, at least most of them, work as they are designed to do, I am healthy.  If enough rogue cells have their distorted way, my whole body can suffer.

Indeed, this is the picture of the Body of Christ.  We are all separate individuals, yet, because we are imprinted with the DNA of Jesus, we not only respond to His commands but also to the needs of others. In fact, many of His commands involve meeting the needs of others!   Think of the numerous "one another" exhortations in Scripture - "wash one another's feet", "love one another", "serve one another", "teach and admonish one another", "pray for one another", "confess your sins to one another", "comfort one another", "bear one another's burdens", "forgive one another".  When we all "do to one another as we would have them do unto us", the Body functions in beautiful, beneficial, healthy harmony.

 And the world takes note.

"We will, in all things, grow up into Him who is the Head, that is, Christ.  From Him, the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work"  Ephesians 4:15,16




The path

I was whining the other day.  Not out loud or anything.  And, of course, not to God (ha ha!!).  Just whining to myself in the car.  Generally about the demands on me for this particular stage of life. Looking at the grass on the other side (wherever that is).  Complaining to myself about all sorts of things.   Having a pretty good pity party, actually.  Too bad no one else could come! 

Apparently the Lord heard me, though.  Because I heard Him say something like "count your blessings".  I ignored Him and continued on my way, carrying out some task that was being required of me at that moment.  Sigh.  Poor me. 

As I was driving back home, I passed a house with a large something at the end of the driveway and a sign that said "FREE".  Well, I am Queen of Frugality and I know that you can't get much better than "FREE".  So I slowed down to take a look at the large something, fully expecting a pile of trash.  (Remember the frame of mind I was in!)


"Trash" it was NOT!  It was an adorable John Deere motorized two seat tractor!  My mind is slow but my imagination is fast and I immediately conjured up pictures of Betsy and Jonathan riding around in my yard.  OH yes!  As I drooled over the little tractor and especially the sign that said "FREE", a man came out of the garage and confirmed that I could indeed have this treasure.  He helped me load it up and I was singing as I drove towards home.

Jesus tapped me on the shoulder and this time I listened.  I told Him I was sorry I'd been whining and before I could elaborate, He said something like this - " If you hadn't been fulfilling your obligations  today, you'd have missed this tractor.  I set it out especially for you.  So that you would know that there are blessings and treasures on the path I have marked out for you.  Blessings and treasures that otherwise you would not have. Trust me."

I nearly drove off the road, blinded by tears of gratitude and joy and amazement.  He is so good to me!  More than just a free John Deere motorized two seat tractor.  Way more.  He doesn't yell at me for whining, like I deserve.  Instead, He lovingly blesses me to remind me that He "will make known to me the PATH OF LIFE.  In His presence is fullness of joy and in His right hand, there are pleasures forever".  Psalm 16:11

By His grace, I will embrace that truth.  The path He has marked out for me may be hard sometimes.  It might appear less desirable than a path that I can see across the way.  But I must know that His Word is tru-er than my circumstances and that His path for me is good.  Full of blessings and treasures.  His path for me is the best way. 

Because He's on it.