I'm linking up with Shell and Pour Your Heart Out again. Thanks for hosting, Shell!
Have you heard this verse before?
"but those 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" (Isaiah 40:31).
I once learned that in Hebrew poetry, the last statement was generally the most important, the most relevant, the most consistent, the most powerful.
Isn't that true here?
I mean some days I feel like I am soaring.
Some days I feel like I can run without tiring.
But most days I feel like a success if I just persevere through the day.
Do you ever feel like this?
It makes me feel kind of guilty--like where is my joy in the Lord?
You have to watch the following clip because I think it obliterates the lies of this world about success and pride all the while sharing in a tremendously relevant way, why The Walking is the most important part of our lives.
Did you get a bit teary-eyed?
I love sports films--Rudy, Sea Biscuit, Hoosiers, Invincible--because they are so inspirational. And this clip is no exception.
I watched it and thought--this is what a relationship with God is like. This is it!
The runner wasn't guaranteed worldly success (a gold medal) because he had a father--and neither are we.
The runner didn't avoid pain because he had a father--and neither will we.
Even in his father's presence, there was pain, agony, shame, despair, disappointment, brokenness, and humility--and so there will be for us as well.
On the bright side, the runner's father was there. He was watching. They couldn't keep him away in his son's time of need. Just like God.
The father would have loved his son if he quit. And God will love us if we quit, too.
The father walked with the son when the son wouldn't quit. And God will walk with us, too.
The runner didn't get traditional worldly glory.
There was no gold waiting at the finish line.
There would be no Nike commercials featuring his face.
Though he finished to a standing ovation, the only thing that really waited for him was a stretcher, a time of painful healing, and a lifetime of "what ifs."
Now, however, who can remember the name of the gold medalist? Was God not given more glory by persistently finishing the race in pain than winning a medal?
Sometimes we are under the perception that a relationship with God makes life easy. That with Him there is wealth, health, and happiness.
But look at this truth. Sometimes we will soar. Sometimes we will run without tiring. Most of the time we will walk.
We will walk through pain.
We will walk through brokeness.
We will walk through lonliness.
We will walk through shame.
We will walk through guilt.
We will walk through blame.
We will walk through feelings of inadequacies.
We will walk through anger.
We will walk through doubt.
In the end it isn't about whether the race was short or long, easy or difficult. It's about whether we finish. And it doesn't matter if we finish soaring, running, walking, or carried in the arms of Our Father. It matters that we finish.
And that's what I think about Walking the Walk.