The purpose of jogging is to make everyone driving by feel like a lazy slug. I’m convinced that runners wait outside restaurant parking lots and target the patrons who ordered the decadent desserts. Then they surround the departing cars like Russian MiGs and jet past with a smug look that says How was the cake, Sloth?
Last week my kids surprised me by wanting to go for a run. Apparently, they didn’t get the memo addressed to all children that they are supposed to be idle hermits living in the brain vegetation world of cartoons and Xbox. So off we went.
It felt so freeing to be running with the wind in my face and the sun on my back. Except for the fanny pack on my waist and the drink bag on my shoulder and my three year old on my leg. About 2.5 seconds into the run, he decided that he had to hold my hand. Due to the difference in height, I now had to run like Quasimodo, hunched down to hold Nate’s hand while the bag slammed repeatedly into my back. Needless to say, we did not set any world record for running that day.
How fitting that we are a part of the human “race.” Life moves at such a rapid pace, and it can be a challenge just to stay on course.
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.
As I tried to run with my kids, I recognized how difficult it is to run when you are weighed down with “everything that hinders.” Had I been alone and free of bags, I could have run much faster. But that’s not always how life works, is it?
Think about how The Road Runner always outruns Wile E. Coyote in the Loony Tunes cartoon. He has one large feather. No bags, no children. Even his neck is so thin you could use it for dental floss.
The coyote constantly tries to use cunning tricks to catch The Road Runner. Evidently he has some sort of unlimited corporate account with the mail-order ACME Corporation, which constantly sends him explosives and weapons of destruction. For crying out loud, doesn’t anyone at that company ever stop to wonder whether they are supplying the next Unabomber? Where is the accountability?
The Road Runner never gets distracted by the coyote’s antics; he just keeps running. Time and again, every sneaky attempt by Wile E. Coyote is foiled. Everything blows up in his own face, and he apparently has way more lives than a cat.
In our own race, we should all strive to be The Road Runner, letting our adversary run right past us and fall off the cliff. The attacks will keep coming, fast and furious, so we have to be vigilant. To be successful, we need to dump the baggage and lighten the load. No fanny packs for The Road Runner.
But they who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.
God can strengthen us, so don’t grow weary; just keep focused on the goal and keep running.