Finishing?

(06.03.21 – Pressing On --Hebrews 12:1)


My friend, may I ask you a question? Is it tempting to let up when the sights around us look favorable? Do we finish well in our Christian race only when we fix our eyes on the goal: Jesus Christ?


My friend, Life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day.

I'm M. Clifford Brunner.



It's been said that life is a ladder made up of fragile steps called mistakes. Making it to the finish requires climbing up not climbing down. Backtracking over our fragile mistakes risks a serious fall, even failure. Don't wait and see how things might happen based on what has gone by. When you do it often happens that the wait is the last thing you will do. I was reminded of this recently as I was building an addition to our deck on the west side of the house. I miss-measured a cement pylon by 2". In so doing that mistake manifested itself in increasing proportion until by the time I began placing the support beams I was off by nearly 8" on the far end of the deck structure. I sat there for a moment after discover- ing the mistake and began to be concerned as to how to correct my mistake. I could retrace my steps and tear the entire structure apart and start over. That would delay the project for weeks. Instead a few simple notches cut into the offending beams corrected the problem. I lost hours but not days. Finishing well was the goal and remained so.

Here's a story: On March 6, 1987, Eamon Coughlan, the Irish world record holder at 1500 meters, was running in a qualifying heat at the World Indoor Track Championships in Indianapolis. With two and a half laps left, he was tripped. He fell and tumbled to a halt in a heap on the track. Within seconds, however, Eamon got up and with great effort resumed his gait and within moments managed to catch the leaders; the crowd went wild as they watched the young Irishman, in obvious pain, pull into contention again. With only 20 yards left in the race, he was in third place – good enough to qualify for the finals. He looked over his shoulder to the inside, and, seeing no one, he let up his pace just a bit. As he turned his head back to the front, he didn't see another runner, charging hard on the outside. Before he could correct his timing the unseen runner passed Coughlan a yard before the finish, thus eliminating him from the finals altogether. Coughlan's great comeback effort was rendered worthless by taking his eyes off the finish line. (Source Unknown.)


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