Showing posts with label Hebrews 12:1. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hebrews 12:1. Show all posts

Friday, October 23, 2015

Run, Forrest, Run!

"Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us,"  Hebrews 12:1

This verse has been one my husband and I have been pondering for our personal Bible Study this week.  We've been dissecting it, phrase by phrase, and are just continually amazed at what God shows us through verses we have heard all of our lives but are still able to find new things in.  Also, it gives me extreme pleasure when I see others on Facebook posting things that lead to this verse, such as my sweet friend Jim did earlier this morning.


As I was considering the last phrase of this verse, I remembered a time--many moons ago--when I was in the 8th Grade (although the picture I used is actually from a year later but it seemed to fit my theme).  It was an ordinary day, I suppose, and during PE time, we were told to go out to the field behind Cane River Middle School and run.  So, I did.  I ran just as I normally would, not knowing I was being watched--scoped out if you will, by the track coach.  He called me up to him and asked if I would be interested in joining the team.  Excited--because no one had really paid any attention to my athletic prowess before--I agreed.

Long story short, when track meet time came, I was on a team for the 440.  I finished third to last.  What happened?  Why hadn't I been head of the pack?  Wasn't it me who had run without trying to impress just a week before so quickly that I caught the eye of the coach?  

Here's what happened.  I wasn't prepared.  I wasn't trained.  I wasn't conditioned in my mind to know about endurance, about strategy, nor about pacing myself.  The goal was ahead of me, surely, but in my unskilled self, I was not able to get to it before the 7 others ahead of me.  Oh sure:  I finished the race.  I completed my task.  But I let my coach and teammates down.  The natural high I had floated on for the previous week dissipated and it was a hard crash down to the ground.

When I relate this to the verse above, I see some similarities.  I was surrounded by others.  I was headed towards the finish line.  But those encumbrances, that lack of training, and the sins of pride got in my way.  Because I had succeeded once, I guess I felt haughty and not in need of practicing my art.  Maybe I ate a heavy meal before the race or used too much energy on being at my first track meet and seeing what all was going on?  Who knows?  That was almost 40 years ago.  I can barely remember what happened last week!

In conclusion, though, what I glean from this last portion of scripture is that I need to better train myself in the ways of God.  I need to train my mind to His commands.  I need to daily utilize what is given to me so that when push comes to shove, I have the necessary skills in hand (and foot) to proceed to that race with full authority and assurance from my Lord above that I am not only headed in the right direction but that also I can receive the award of "Well done, my child."  That's better than any participation ribbon any day, dontcha think?

Let's pray!

Dear Lord, thank You for this gentle reminder to once again put my faith in action.  I need to hide Your Words in my heart.  I need to practice my beliefs and not just write them down for others.  I need to apply them to myself.

Lord, You know that report I got back yesterday has me hesitant.  You know that it's going to be rough for a few weeks as I heal but I know You are using this for my betterment so I ask that You help me to be strong, fearless, and to rely on You when my own strength is lacking.  I want to run the race to make You proud, Father.  One step at a time is what I need to focus on until the day I can run, into Your open arms, for the ultimate victory.  Help me to persevere, God, I ask in the name of Jesus.  Amen.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Again?

I just got home from seeing a good movie, "Bridge of Spies."  The major thing I will carry from it is the fact that one man makes a difference when he goes above and beyond what is asked of him in his own "line of duty" regardless of what his job title is.

As I pondered James Donovan's heroic deeds, it reminded me of the verse Steve and I are studying this week:  "Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us..." Hebrews 12:1.

After we did our journaling, I mournfully noted that we just don't have such great men and women that we personally know to be the "great cloud of witnesses" to incite us to great deeds.  Sad, but true.  Neither of us could name a soul that we had been impacted by who had accomplished great deeds in the name of Jesus.  Oh sure:  there were lots of folks we could name as being good examples but none that stood out as having been through the fire and coming out still standing tall.

So, as I blunder about here (keep in mind it's after 7:00 pm and all bets on me having a sound mind are off after this time), I was checking my Facebook notes and messages a few moments ago and saw this one person whose name keeps popping up on our prayer list.  She is a lovely lady and has had so many problems in her life that it just doesn't seem fair.  But--at the same time--I wondered: how long can we keep praying for her before our prayers just become rote, that they just are muttered words of "Help her, Jesus" of "Thy will be done" rather than earnest, heartfelt pleas to God for her healing, for her deliverance?  Does that make sense?  Seems like there are some folks who are constantly needing a touch from the Lord and even though I consider myself to be quite the word smith, I often find myself at a loss when talking to God on their behalf and unable to pray fervently for them.

Back to the movie.  There was a blurb at the end that spoke of the fates of the main characters in it.  The Bay of Pigs negotiations allowed for over 1100 CIA trained soldiers to be released by way of James B. Donovan his works and he later returned to Cuba in April 1963 and was able to secure the release of an additional 8,000-plus people.

One man who did what he felt in his soul was right.  One man who persevered until the deed was accomplished.  Effectual?  Yes?  Fervent?  Definitely!  Righteous?  His tombstone bears the opening line of the Prayer of Saint Francis: "Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace."  So, yes, I'd like to think so.  Mr. Donovan wasn't satisfied with one when so many more lives were at stake.

In conclusion, one man made a difference.  He campaigned for the freedom of so many that probably never even knew his name or that he fought so valiantly for them.  May you and I emulate his perseverance when we get tired of repeating the same old prayers.  May we model his longsuffering over the many rejections and mostly?  Mostly will we keep praying for God to intervene and do what He does best!  Let's get fervent, friends!  Imagine what God could do in us if we don't quit now.