This weekend I’ll be sharing from some of Paul’s writings that compare the Christian life to a race. Now when I was in school I always dreaded that season of the year when gym class focused on track and field events. When it came time for the 50 or 100-yard dash, I always felt like I was set on slow motion. In the 70s TV action show, “Six Million Dollar Man,” slow motion emphasized Steve Austin’s super speed; with me it just makes me look even slower, if that’s possible. It takes me two hours to watch 60 Minutes; I mean who are we kidding?
I only ever won one race in my life, and that was a drag race when I was 16. I honked at a friend of mine who was just ahead of me as we drove through our neighborhood. There was no other traffic so he backed up next to me to talk. After exchanging pleasantries, I challenged him to a friendly drag race for one reason and one reason only. I knew he was still in reverse. We hit the gas and we both sprayed gravel as we took off. The only problem was he went in the wrong direction, and I got my single race victory of all time. After that, me and my grandma's powder blue 1970 AMC Hornet were legendary.
The Christian life is one race in which I don’t mind taking part. Sunday, bring your Barracuda with its 4-barrel carburetor and Hurst shifter and we'll talk more. Oh yeah, don’t forget your pink slip!
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