Races aren’t cheap.
In fact, every time I sign up for one, I think to myself…
“Self… Am I really paying money to someone else for ME to then show up and run?”
But something happens in my head once I’ve paid the price.
I make the decision to finish.
I don’t register for a 5K thinking that I might show up.
I don’t sign up for 10K thinking that I might train for it.
I don’t pay for a half-marathon thinking that I might complete the course.
I enter the race because I want to run, or walk, or crawl across the finish line.
So when I fell… as embarrassed as I was, it didn’t take me long to think my way out of a funk.
Once I realized that
…I wasn’t bleeding
…nothing was broken
…I was still alive…
I got up and kept moving.
The race was paid for.
I didn’t want the price I paid to go to waste.
All I had to do was keep going.
Here’s the thing.
My life is not cheap.
There was a cost required to redeem my soul from the grips of sin and death.
I was reminded as were millions of others this past Sunday, that Jesus paid it all.
I am bought with a price.
The cost of my race has already been taken care of.
…All I have to do is run.
…All I have to do is finish.
…All I have to do is get up when I find that I’ve tripped and fallen – and keep going.
And I don’t know about you but many times I get so discouraged that I’ve landed on my face… again.
It’s almost like I just decide at various times to do random gravity checks.
For no good reason other than my own humanity I just fail.
But, despite my failures, something happens when I look at my journey on the earth in the light of the cross.
Everything I need to be a finisher has already been done. I just have to keep moving until I reach the finish line.
That doesn’t mean I won’t fall or that I won’t be tired or that I won’t want to quit.
It does serve as a reminder however that when I started this race, I intended to see it through to the end.
I made a decision to finish.
So don’t let your failure define how you finish.