I'm not a runner. I've always wanted to be one. Just once I'd like to say, hey babe...going for a run. Sounds so cool. But every time I try (which isn't often) I have this whole can't breathe feeling and freak out and stop and slow down to a crawl. Saying, hey babe...going for a crawl...just doesn't have the same cool-ness effect. So I typically don't do that either. (Just keepin it real.)
But the truth is I've been called to run. Run hard. Not in the athletic sense necessarily, but in the Christian walk. This call on my life changes everything for me. It reminds me it's not how you start the race, it's how you finish.
So it's not how you begin the marriage, it's how you finish.
It's not how you begin the job, it's how you finish.
It's not how you begin the day, it's how you finish.
Because ultimately, Jesus didn't die on the cross for me to simply begin this race well-but to finish it well.
Run. Not sit on the sidelines and commenting on other runners. We've got a whole world of spectators.
When we don't run well the world will notice. The world is watching us, wondering if our Jesus is real and if He really makes a difference. When we don't run well the world won't be impressed with our Savior-that's huge to me. Because my Jesus is very real, and He really does make a difference.
It goes without saying though, that running the Christian walk is hard. Ultimately the only way it will happen is when I get out of the way and let Christ in me, the hope of glory, work through me.
After all, it was a work of grace that put me on this course to begin with, and that is how I will remain on the course as well.
And by grace alone we can finish it well.