Running in general is mortifying for some and just void of any shard of intellect for others. It’s the epitome of man vs machine, and the machine is man.
We battle against the brain telling us to stop the legs from moving forward, and sit the butt down on something overstuffed and leather.
The young women in the photograph is the last runner at a cross-country race. Dead last and walking the final steep hill. The people in the background are facing the direction the other runners are going. There back towards the final runner who is hurting, and could no longer run the race yet she competes. Forward motion has not stopped but slowed to a labored hike up the hill
The winners have crossed the timers 15 minutes ago unaware the race is still running.
The last are still last. But in God’s eyes the last are champions, the first in reverse. They run the race regardless of how the world views the outcome. The humble will be exalted, the meek will inherit the kingdom, the slow become quickened. God’s economy welcomes those who cannot run the race at the pace the world rewards. The world shuns the very thing God rewards. Humility. To be last or not worthy of a crown is rewarded by that same crown. God’s acceptance into a kingdom where the race has been won for us. Jesus sped into heaven ahead of us and brought the peace offering with Him.
We still run the race, the course is marked and the finish line is in sight. Stay the course and pray for protection to maintain the pace. Whatever the speed you run, keep the feet moving.
12 Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.”
You run the race at the speed you can, no one has to run alone with backs towards them.