“I have finished the course” (2 Timothy 4:7).
“But flee youthful lusts and pursue righteousness….” (2 Timothy 2:22)
If you think of life on earth as a race, the Christian life is the strangest one ever.
Okay, let’s think of life as a race.
And we don’t mean ‘rat race.’
Recently, I conducted the funeral of a 53-year-old man whose death was sudden and completely unexpected. Two weeks later, the coroner has still not figured out why he died.
This gentleman was a runner and a longtime member of a local track club which oversees dozens of races of all kinds every year. Several members of the club eulogized him during our service.
While they were speaking, something occurred to me.
Imagine a race where you have no idea how long it is or when it will end. You don’t know whether it’s a sprint or a marathon. It could be short, it could be long. You would not be so foolish as to save your energy for that final burst at the end, that sprint to the finish line, the way so many runners do.