The guidelines for the race. The provisions for the runner. These things call my attention.
I haven't run a race in a long time. At least an official one.
But I know the exertion, the endurance, the positive morale needed to finish any endeavor.
And I stop to think of races I have participated in or observed. Something disturbs me.
Each runner is only running for himself.
He has the end goal continually before him. But he has no concern for the other runners.
His only concern is to win.
But we run a race in which all can be winners.
And we have no right to run past those who are weak just because we are stronger.
No right at all.
Instead we are obligated to lift up weary hands and feeble knees. Because we are not in this race for ourselves.
We have a duty to help those that are struggling to run beside us.
It would be a terrible thing to run through those gates of pearl alone.
Lord, give me eyes to see, lips to speak, hands to heal. And them to me today…
