Race

~a situation in which individuals or groups compete to be the first to achieve a particular objective

Race

~each of the major divisions of mankind, having distinct characteristics

In this, the season of track, I #spotthecross and reflect as the running shoes whiz by.  I am moved to realize that I am there to watch a race.  Never was I as fast or as beautiful of a runner as the girls who run past me.  The hurdlers effortlessly glide as they fly over them like a gazelle in the Serengeti.

I am moved to truly reflect on the word.  The Race.  The momentum of perpetually moving forward.  But, are we?  Do we live in the past, losing the advancement even in a slower pace?  Are we so bitter of the past that we do not gain the present?

We are created for momentum.  We are given limbs to crawl, walk, run as we grow.  His purpose for us is boundless;  to live this life fully, and to move towards Him is truly possible through His design.

We may *#@! it up.  We may stop the run.  Or we may sprint so fast to win that we fail to see the track.

Where do we, as a Human Race, find the finish line?  Do we arrive there together or alone?

I am white, you are black, we are HUMAN.  You are my teammate, whatever race you are and whatever race you run.  I will cheer for you on the sidelines, I will pull you through to the finish, and I will catch the baton when you pass it to me.  Together, we will fly over the hurdles of life.   We wear different uniforms yet we are both running the Human Race, as part of the Human Race.  We are made, by His blueprint, with different “distinct designs.”  I am Team Jesus, and I will pick you for my team anytime.

I will tell you, on Sunday mornings my family Team RUNS to church (or Facebook Live).  Now, don’t be too impressed at my maternal mentoring… as, when I say “run” what I really mean is: “GET IN THE CAR, WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE!”  Yep, I arrive so thankful that I have an hour to beg for forgiveness for yelling at my family.  Ahhh, The Race.

Every race has it’s history.  The Tour de France, The Kentucky Derby, and the NYC Marathon are all storied events that draw the masses.  The Races we watch and the races we are.  You will see all different shapes, sizes and colors in most of the races you witness.   Acknowledge the history, yet still moving forward, allows us to truly attain our finish line.  Being stuck in the race, and it’s history, keeps you from experiencing the present~ and, ultimately the finish line.

Who will you see at the end of your race?  Will heaven be so filled with color that will not see the different racers?  Will we revel in the hurdles that we stumbled over or the hurdles that we glided over?  Or will we celebrate that we made it.  We reached the finish line.

I thank you, Lord for picking me up when I stumble.  I thank you, Lord for my teammates of different colors.  I thank you, Lord for the gift of the race with the races.

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