SPRINT

I was reborn a sprinter. Out of the gates running, I did not anticipate the first bend, and I smashed into the side pretty bad. I shook myself back up, and kept sprinting. I did not anticipate the bumps, roots, holes, and other obstacles. In full sprint, I took my eyes off the road and went thud into walls, face planted dirt, and taxed my body physically, spiritually, emotionally, and I kept sprinting. I did not really go the training wheels route, decked out with helmet, knee pads, and wrist guards. I chose the crotch-rocket blazing down the highway at 130 mph (never bothered learning whether or not the thing had breaks). I forgot to watch where I was going sometimes, but I never forgot where I was headed: all out toward Jesus.

So, you see, my lifestyle is dangerous, reckless, and quite painful really. Most certainly foolishness by many standards… I’m fine by that. No doubt when I crash, it is no fender bender— but I’m relying on God-strength, so why slow down?

By God’s great grace, I am still spiritually alive and fervent for Christ! Somehow, He has even improved my style of sprinting. It’s not that it’s safer; I’m still a blind man running in many ways. The difference is that very occasionally I’ll be listening enough to hear God whisper, there’s a hole, jump…Now! I still have to jump, and I never really see the hole. In fact, I only ever really see holes once I’ve already fallen into them. But perhaps that’s why I am able to listen now. And maybe, that’s why I’m willing to listen a bit harder. Because it is true, those crashes are brutal. It is no matter though, they are not slowing down my sprint. I will just listen really hard, and keep on keepin’ on. I am sprinting home!