What is Hope?

The marathon was an illustration of the promise of heaven. A long race, like life, is experienced by yourself but in a crowd. Some people stand out, some blend in. I’m such a good example of the latter group. As I readied myself before the start I was puzzled as I noticed that some of the runners had written their name on their shirt, arm, leg, or hat. Later, during the race, I realized that some spectators love to call out encouragement... sometimes urging on specific runners by name. Running the same pace as “Mandy” was great. Her name was in bold relief in green on the front and back of her shirt. Though the encouragement was actually being called out to her, it had an effect on me as well. “Go Mandy!” “Stay strong Mandy!” “You can do it Mandy!” I was grateful to get an uplifting “looking good 5495!” But the greatest encouragement, the biggest inspiration as I pushed through the pain, was the finish line. I knew it was up ahead. I knew that there were finishers up there. They had fought through the pain and they were resting. In my mind there was the pervasive knowledge that my family would be there waiting for me. Their hopes were set on seeing me there healthy and strong. When cramps invaded my muscles and I hobbled to the curb to stretch out, I was not tempted to lie down and give up. I pressed on because of the hope that I had in me. It carried me on as God whispered in my consciousness, “You are mine” and “I am here for you!”

“Our hope,” as the song says, “is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.” It is also fortified by the faith of those who have gone before us. Spend each day in the hope of the finish line... its closer than you think! He is there for you, waiting to pronounce that cherished benediction, “well done good and faithful servant!”

2005 Twin Cities Marathon