Running Someone Else's Race?

Today is the Duke City Marathon.  It's the largest running event in the State of New Mexico.  Several thousand people come out to participate in a variety of running events from a 5k walk to the full Marathon. 

Last year, I was training for the 20K walk. I had intended to participate, but financially had to forgo registration when the time came around. I was disappointed, but exercise is rarely in vein.

Then, a few days before the event, my co-host, who had been planning on participating in the 20K, pulled a muscle and was unable to attend.  He offered me his bib and registration which I gladly accepted.  Because organizers of the event did not allow for registration transfer, my timing chip referred to a 59 year old man.

Runners are tough.  They train hard and are dedicated and passionate.  But don't you think that long distance walkers are softies.  This group of hard core pavement pounders blew me away.  To give you a little idea about how fast these guys (and gals) are trucking, the winner came in at 2:06, making her pace just over a 10 minute mile!

The day of the race came quickly, and I gave it my all.  There was an older gentleman in very short red shorts that I found myself chasing almost the entire way.  At the half-way mark, I was running short on steam, but willed myself to keep trucking, trying not to loose my pace. 

Finally, the last mile marker was in sight.  That alone gave me renewed energy. That guy in the red shorts was starting to slow and I saw my chance. I kicked it into high gear and pulled ahead.

When I crossed the finish line a few minutes later, I was exhausted, but so very happy to have finished the race.  But, the MC didn't announce my name, undoubtedly because he was quite confused when my bib number correlated with a man named Dan.

A few hour later, when the results were posted, I looked down the list to see how I had done.  Much to my surprise, I had come in almost 10 minutes faster than I had anticipated.  Even better than that, I had won the Men's Masters Division!  Take that, guy in the red shorts!

When I called and excitedly shared the news with Dan, we had a good laugh about it.  Being honorable, he called the officials and let them know that it hasn't been him, racing under that bib number.  They thanked him for his honesty, and the record was quickly changed.  Any trace that I had ever been part of that event was completely erased.

This year, back in early fall, we bought a Marathon registration for a friend's birthday gift.  Just a few days ago, she notified me that she wouldn't be able to participate.  Not wanting the registration to go to waste, I investigated what my options were.  Rules stated that you could switch events, but you could not transfer registration to anyone else.  So yesterday, I went to the packet pick up booth and moved the full Marathon down to a half.  Though I haven't been training, I'm pretty good at long distances and figured I can finish a walking half-marathon, knowing that my times won't be as good.

Taking a shot in the dark, I ask the officials if there was any chance of transferring the registration into my name.  To my surprise and delight, they agreed (I hope this doesn't get them in trouble). 
Now, the computer chip in bib number 405 will reflect me!

Though I had done well, pushed hard and "won" the first race, it wasn't my own.  I can never win someone else's race.  Today, though not well prepared, I will give it my all.  I don't expect to be on the winner's board, but I will have the added satisfaction knowing that it was under my name. 

If I do this event a third time, I want to do it right from start to finish.  I want to train, I want to properly register, and I want to come across the finish line having given my very best.  As for today, wish me luck (and pray for no sprains). 

"Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one receives the prize? So run that you may obtain it." 1 Corinthians 9:24

The Beauty Before the Fall

I love the fall season.  There is something about nature's vibrant colors that stirs my heart.  Every year, I feel compelled to get up into the mountains and witness this transformation that takes place.  There is a short window of time before the yellows, oranges and reds fade into brown and eventually dissipate all together.  I suppose it's the season's way of "going out in a blaze of glory". 

 

 

I long to be as spectacular--to be the kind of person who bursts forth with all the color and exuberance that this season brings.  At the end of it all, I may be striped bare by the wind, but I know that after the winter, newness of life will come again. 

 

We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life. Romans 6:4

One Day Shy of a Full Moon

Today I was reminded of a devotional I wrote many "moons" ago.  Interestingly, today is also the day before the full moon.  I hope this encourages your heart.

Early this morning on my way to work, I was captivated by the big yellow moon that seemed to hang slightly askew over the city.  I contemplated why, as beautiful as the moon was, it just didn’t look “quite right.”  My mind slowly filtered through some files, until I realized that tomorrow is the full moon.  I don’t typically track moon phases, but my wall calendar happens to list them, and I had noticed that the moon would be full on the date of my daughter’s field trip.  So that made today one day shy of a full moon.

I instantly felt that we had something in common, the moon and I.  I have often shared that one of my favorite song lyrics is from Salvador’s “Shine”: “Lord let me shine, shine like the moon.  A reflection of You! All that I do.”  I so badly want to be a reflection of the glory of the Son, but today I felt a little less than full. 

Worries and stresses from the night before still hung like a fog in my mind.  Peace was slowly beginning to re-enter the picture after praying and trusting the Lord for His perfect outcome.  But, just as the moon has its phases, so do I.  I would love it if I would constantly (consistently) reflect the fullness of His truth.  Sadly, I wax and wane quite often.

Now, just after breakfast, I feel full.  Granted, I just ate, but I’m ready to grasp hold of the promises of the Lord:  “So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live your lives in him, rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness . . .  and in Christ you have been brought to fullness.” Colossians 2:6-10

Though nature may have to wait a few more hours for the moon to find its fullness, I choose to begin now.  And God willing, in the coming days as I feel my fullness start to slip away, I will turn back to His word and remember another truth: “And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.” 2 Corinthians 9:8

                                                                                                                                          

A Place in the Choir

My first time being on stage in a theatrical performance was in 6th grade.  I was cast as the lead for the Vacation Bible School production of "All God's Creatures Have a Place in the Choir" (I think that was the name).  It was at least the title of the signature song we had to sing.  We were all dressed as animals and I was Professor Owl.

As little as I remember about the overall experience, I somehow have always retained the lines to the chorus of that key song:
All God's creatures got a place in the choir.  Some sing low, some sing higher, some sing out loud on the telephone wire.  And some just clap their hand, or paws, or anything they got now.

Somehow, these lines seem so very fitting now, when I examine an issue that has been hotly debated both personally and professionally over the last few weeks: Christian films.

A few weeks ago, there were a series of movie reviews that were published about A Matter of Faith by Rich Christiano.  The reviews were very harsh and caused Dan and I to debate with listeners and friends about what our role is in supporting or critiquing Christian films.

Before this conversation, I suppose I had been pretty quick to pan Christian films.  While the overall quality has been improving over the last several years, many films I'd seen had left me wondering why/how they ever got produced.  The story often fell flat, the acting was sub par and the quality of production was noticeably poor.

Yet, in the midst of our radio/online debate, I was challenged in my way of thinking.  I've come to realize that I'm not always (usually) the intended audience.  Sure, from a financial point of view, these filmmakers would like every seat filled with any warm body, but the message isn't always meant for me.

There will be films that leave me scratching (or shaking) my head, but someone else may be touched in a deep and personal way with a message that they needed to hear.  Over the last weeks, I've seen more evidence to that end.

So today, when I had the opportunity to screen A Matter of Faith I went in trying to be open minded, but not having high expectations.  I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised.  I never found myself cringing at the quality of the acting.  The production value was good.  The story (despite critical reviews to the contrary) seemed to be solid.

Is this film going to appeal to everyone? No.  But, it is going to reach God's intended audience with a powerful message about the reality that students are being exposed to the teaching of evolution as an undisputed fact.  There are issues brought up in the 88 minutes of this film that are worth discussing around the kitchen table or proverbial water cooler.

The critics that slammed this movie come from the world of academia and uber intelligent debate circles.  I'm not part of that world.  Perhaps, that is why I enjoyed the film whereas they found reason to tear it apart.

Going back to my VBS song, all God's filmmakers (assuming they are following the direction of the Holy Spirit) got a place in the choir.  Some will "sing" low where others will "sing" higher.  Every Christian should be doing their very best work in every field, but [again] assuming that these filmmakers are doing their finest work with the resources available to them, then I am satisfied to leave the outcome in the hands of the Lord.

If you ask me about a particular movie, I may need to honestly say "I didn't care for it" but I hope I've learned my own lesson not to rip it apart.  The other side of this same coin is, when we hear terrible reviews or learn of someone who strongly dislike a film, we need not assume it would be wasted on us.  After all, God has used some very unique methods to minister to his children, and that "bad" movie may be something that you need to see.

Do we need to stand in support of every Christian film out there?  I don't think so.  But we should always keep an open mind and watchful eye out for how God can use them for His glory and the betterment of His people.

Craming It All In

T minus 40 minutes before I pick the girls up from school.  This week has been unusually busy and I've tried to make good use of my time.  My head is swimming a bit between banquet planning for work, trying to cram in Spanish lessons when I can, and staying on top of other projects (writing included).

Last week, we meet with a new small group and part of the discussion revolved around being sensitive to the prompting of the Holy Spirit.  There have been a number of times when a thought comes to mind, and I've dismissed it as my personal craziness.  So today, having a fresh reminder to listen more closely, I fought the urge to ignore that still small voice as I drove home from work. 

Glancing up a side street, I saw that a garbage can had been knocked over, and the trash was in the road. "Go pick it up" was echoing in my ears.  I continued to drive on, but within a few blocks, my heart was burdened and I did a U-turn.  It took me a few minutes to figure out which street it had been.  Once I arrived, I found the home owner, with broom in hand, sweeping up the mess.  Even then, I thought "It's taken care of, no need to stop."  But, again, a burning heart compelled me to get out of the car.  I spent a few minutes helping the man to collect the garbage out of the road and put it back into the trash can.

"It's my own fault," he said.  "I tried to cram too much in there.  Then, when the truck picks it up, it only dumps partway and the rest flings out."  I shared my frustration with the mess that's sometimes left behind, wished him a good day, and finished my journey home.

I'm not really sure what a simple act of obedience to a Holy Spirit prompting will bring, but I'm glad I listened.  If nothing else, it gave me a good visual reminder about what happens when you try to cram too much in.

There are many things that I try to accomplish in the course of a week.  Sometimes I'm able to concentrate and put more effort and attention in than others.  I suppose, that on those weeks when too many things demand my attention, I may experience some of the overload scattered on the road.

Maybe then someone will see my mess, and help me sweep it up!

"Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their labor.  For if they fall, one will lift up his companion.  But woe to him who is alone when he falls, for he has no one to help him up."  Ecclesiastes 4:9-10

Adventure Man

My husband is a runner and has been for 25+ years.  I am not.  I’ve been known to walk great distances, but running is not my thing. 

Several years ago, my husband expressed an interest in participating in a marathon.  He had done several half-marathons, so I didn’t give much thought to his running a full.  What I did not know at the time I flippantly agreed, was how much training was involved. 

With two young children and a house full of chores, the last thing (I thought) I could endure, was his being frequently gone after work and on weekends.  The truth of the matter was that I was lonely and needed adult interaction after hours managing Kidville. He’d come home from work, and get a run in before dinner.  He’d do his long run on Saturday or Sunday, the days I had counted on to have his company. 

Though I had agreed to his participation, my actions and attitudes sabotaged his training regimen and our mutual frustration finally came to a head.  He vocalized how important this was to him.  He needed my support.  He needed me to be his cheerleader.  Instead, I was self-absorbed and far too busy feeling sorry for myself.  He was right.  Thankfully, he loved me through my selfishness and the Lord helped me change my attitude.  Ultimately, I was able to stand at the finish line, beaming with pride at what he had accomplished. 

In the more recent past, my radio co-host Dan Rosecrans and I were conducting an interview with a man who had set out on a hike, gotten hopelessly lost, nearly died, found help, and then wrote a book about it.  As the author was recounting his story, my “sensible” woman brain was thinking: “Gee, how dumb.  Glad I’m not his wife!”

I then glance over at Dan, and watch a look wash over his face.  It was a very different look from what I’m sure was plastered all over my own.  He kind of went “dreamy” and was totally engrossed in this man’s tale.  After the interview, he made a comment to the effect of “Man, I wish I could do something like that”.

This was my “ah-ha” moment.  Men need adventure.  They are wired for it.  They need to push themselves, strain themselves and maybe even get lost in the mountains.  God wired them for exploration and dreaming big dreams.  They need to play “King of the Mountain” both on the playground and in the world--not to shove others down or away, but to know that sense of accomplishment. 

Both genders need to understand this. Men need to responsibly act on this gift that they have been given.  When men go and do, dream and build, fantastic things can be accomplished, not just for him personally, but for society at large.  Women need to support and spur on their men.  This is not to suggest that women can’t have adventures and grand plans of their own, but ladies will benefit when we assist, and champion our guys.

For some additional thoughts about what a Godly man’s man looks like, here’s a link to a great blog from Watermark Community Church: http://www.watermark.org/blog/how-to-be-a-godly-man/

Ed Stetzer and tomato worms

This morning I woke up early and contemplated what I wanted to accomplish during the course of the day.  It was 5:30am, and I had a few hours before I had any hard and fast obligations.  I hadn’t yet gotten my long walk in for the week and I hoped to catch a service at Calvary of Albuquerque because Ed Stetzer was going to be the guest speaker. 

We had previously scheduled my daughter’s 13^th birthday party for today. This party was technically the 3^rd in the series of birthday parties.  Last weekend, two of her long-time friends spent the night, followed by a day playing in the river.  One of those friends doesn’t get along with the school friends.  So, trying to include all, without drama for my daughter, we allowed two different “parties”.  Then, we had a family celebration on her actual birthday.  Today is the water park day, and we had a BYGO offer, so we allowed two friends from school to celebrate with her.

My husband woke up early as well, and encouraged me to do both my walk and attend church.  Trying to kill two birds with one stone, I walked the nearly 7 miles to church.  I arrived, hot and sweaty, but in enough time to catch Ed’s entire message. 

He spoke about service, and how few church goers actually devote any time giving to others or investing into meeting “church” needs.  He equated church attendance to theater attendance.  We gain admission, look to be entertained, complain if we aren’t happy with the music or message, then head home.  He’s right.  I’m often guilty of being too consumer minded, not wanting to make the personal or emotional investment into someone else.

 My husband and I took turns watching the girls at the water park, and during my break, I went home to get a shower and take care of a few things.  I went outside to check on my tomato plants, and inspect if there was any sign of remaining tomato worms (I had killed at least 7 over the last two days).

 

I have to pause for a moment to say something: I despise and fear tomato worms!  If you aren’t familiar with them, they easily disguise themselves on the leaves of the plant, and then eat both plant and fruit.  Early childhood memories include my mother, armed with a giant pair of kitchen shears, cutting the nasty beasts in half, trying to protect the few tomatoes that will grow in the hot New Mexico sun.  So, I do the same today.  Carefully examining to see if there is any sign of further destruction to my plants, I nervously clutched my own kitchen shears, ready to sever any sign of life I observed.  I don’t know why I’m afraid of them.  I recognize it’s quite irrational, but I’ve actually had nightmares about them.

In the course of the day, I also had a chance to read a thought provoking blog by Ryan Russell (redbikeleader.com/RESET) addressing his frustration with social media and how shallow it can be.  This is another area in which I have frequent and conflicting opinions.  I had actually attended the Calvary service with Ed Stetzer thinking this might be a subject he would cover (I was first introduced to Ed and his work at the NRB Conference speaking on this topic).

Now, during my shift at the water park, I have some time to think back on the events of today and formulate a few lessons/conclusions:

*It’s good to work hard/exercise hard and feel a sense of exhaustion and/or completion.

*It’s worth the effort to put yourself in a position to learn something new and to be challenged to fight against the status quo. 

*Life is like a group of 13 year-old girls.  You can choose to immerse yourself in the drama, or you can opt for maturity and offer yourself as a true friend to others.  You may get snubbed, or you may get hugged.  The only one you have the power to control is you.

*Social media sites can be like tomato worms.  They are living, breathing creatures, but have the potential to be very destructive if you don’t keep a good pair of shears in hand, ready to do some cutting.

The best verse I can think of to close off this blog is Matthew 13:35: “By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” Let us love and serve one another at church, on social media and even with drama filled friends.  May our actions and love point others to the awesome grace of Christ.