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, 2 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. 3 Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.
Hebrews 12:1-3
This past spring I got back into running with a goal in mind: I wanted to put in a good showing at the Eyota Days 5K road race. It took a few months of training to get in shape, but by the middle of July I felt pretty good. Ben and I ran the 5K trail several times prior to the race. By race day, I was ready to go!
After the Eyota Days race, I grew busy…it got hot…I was out of town…(excuses…excuses…). My running regimen disappeared for a while, so when Ben asked if I would run with him in St. Charles’ Gladiolus Days race, I wasn’t so sure. I’d done some running, but nothing near the 3 miles that the race required. After putting off a decision for a while, on Thursday I finally decided to bite the bullet. My goal…to finish!
On Saturday morning I lined up with all the other crazy runners. As the gun sounded I found a comfortable pace and plodded along, winding through the streets of St. Charles. At about the halfway point of the race I found myself in a ‘gap.’ I had a few runners in my sights ahead of me. I couldn’t sense anyone behind me. I ran alone and felt myself fading. I didn’t have the energy to catch the person ahead of me. I soon heard the footsteps of someone coming up from behind. I’d fallen back. As the runner moved to pass me, something in me clicked. I wasn’t about to let someone blow by me! As he moved by me, I picked up the pace to keep up. Before long I started to pull away from him, but he hurried to keep up. For the last 1 ½ miles of the race, the two of us ran side by side. When one person fell behind, he’d kick it in gear to catch back up again. Together we moved up on the pack and, one by one, we passed the runners ahead of us. On the home stretch I was able to blow by the winner of the 12 and under girl’s division (so yes, I AM faster than a 12 year old girl! Barely!).
Had I run the second half of the race alone, I know that would have faded back into the pack. Once I had someone to run with, I found extra energy. I had someone to keep up with! After the race I tracked my fellow runner down and thanked him for ‘picking me up.’ He had a funny response, “I was just trying to run your pace and keep up.” He pushed me. I pushed him. Together, we finished strong. He helped me to do what I wanted to do all along…run well!
That race is a microcosm of my life of faith. When I feel ‘alone’ in faith, it’s easy to fade...to lose motivation. A few years ago I tried (on my own) to read the Bible in a year. I didn’t come close to making it! This year we have a group of people all doing it at once. As of today, I’m up to date! They are helping me to do what I want to do. God continually puts people in my life to ‘push’ me in my faith life. They challenge me to be the person I want to be. They remind me of the goodness of our Lord.
I need others to help to throw off everything that hinders me and the sin that so easily entangles me. They run with me as together we fix our eyes on Jesus.
A life of Christian faith isn’t a solo journey! Others run with us. Thank God!
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