One of my favorite “subjects” during grade school was physical education and time spent on the playground. I loved to run, whether on the track or around the school yard. And I came very near to winning races while running—if it hadn’t been for Laura. She could outrun me, no matter how hard I tried. I may not have finished first, but I finished those foot races!
Paul likened the life of a Christian to a race (I Corinthians 9:24) and a course (II Timothy 4:7). The writer of Hebrews also compared the Christian experience to a race: “Let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us” (Hebrews 12:1). One version, The Living Bible, states it this way: “Let us strip off anything that slows us down or holds us back, and especially those sins that wrap themselves so tightly around our feet and trip us up; and let us run with patience the particular race that God has set before us.”
Regardless of the ease or difficulty of life’s race, we have to keep turning the pages of our life’s book—chapter after chapter. We may finish our course with bumps, bruises, and scars, but let’s determine to finish strong. Our relationship with Jesus Christ will give us strength to endure the race so that at its completion we can say with Paul, “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Finally, there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness (II Timothy 4:7-8).
Melody Reever, Editor
March 3rd 2017 @ 10:45 AM
As I stood next to the hospital bed, looking over my sweet boy Sawyer, the doctor’s words from the previous day rang through my head: no hope, ventilator-dependent, heart and lung transplant, transfer from Dallas to Philadelphia, and no infant had ever survived these procedures. Tears began to stream down my face as hopeless desperation filled my mind and heart. For the past nine weeks, my faith had not …Read More +
February 1st 2017 @ 11:40 AM
It was just an ordinary day. But are there really any ordinary days?
It was June 21, 2016, 6:30 pm. We were in our living room, relaxing for a bit. My husband had just been home from an out-of-town trip for about thirty minutes. We heard a “pop”—sounding as if someone had come onto our screened-in back porch and the door had banged. I got up, thinking someone was …Read More +
January 3rd 2017 @ 2:15 PM
A few days ago, I found myself rushing down the hallway of Urshan College. As I frantically tried to keep three of my children from running in separate directions, I hardly noticed a passing student. In the moment, I wondered if I appeared rude, but just like that, I was on to the next task—stopping my three-year-old from running into my husband’s office while he was in a meeting.
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December 1st 2016 @ 11:10 AM
Fifteen months ago, I was an IV drug user on the streets of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. I lived in hotels and houses with no electricity or plumbing. I lost everything I had ever worked for, including my sanity. It seemed a hopeless and devastating situation. Months would go by without my family hearing from me, but when they did they would not even recognize what I had become. I …Read More +
October 31st 2016 @ 11:20 AM
by Rebecca French
We sat holding our newborn baby, watching as the doctor drew a diagram. It was a heart. He drew what it should look like. Then he drew it with the four abnormalities of the congenital defect known as tetralogy, the condition with which our first son, Ryan, was born. At first, my untrained eyes didn’t even recognize the …Read More +