Sunday, April 8, 2012

Good Friday, Duck-Duck-Goose and 5:04.8


If you’ve never played duck-duck-goose 1-on-1 against a 3 year old, you have not truly lived.  During my sitting turns, Lulit would walk around me and tap me once or twice as “duck” and then take off at “goose.”  Of course, for me there was no catching her as I tried to get my 45-year-old body quickly up off the rug while she raced out of the front room through the kitchen and then back into her spot in the front room.  Then, when I was “it” and tapped her as the goose I’d follow the same path through the kitchen, but that little quail would cheat and come around back the other way to make sure I was caught.  This was the joyous start of my Good Friday after the boys all got off to school.  I had the day off, which was a wonderful break from the awkward place that work has become for me lately.  I was blessed with lots of great time with the family on Friday, capped off with a nice mile by the firstborn boy. 



On Thursday afternoon he asked me how fast he would have to run for me to pay him five dollars, and we agreed on 5:05.  Here then are the splits from his high school mile debut (they don’t come out perfectly due to some slight rounding error):

72.9
77.8
77.6
76.6

Put another way, 2:30.7 + 2:34.1 = 5:04.8, and just barely fast enough to put me out an Abe Lincoln!  Dang, that is a well paced race, and 25 seconds faster than his fastest 8th grade mile.  What a runner he is becoming.  What a runner he is!

Good Friday is good for me, isn’t it?  Jesus died for my sins and displayed the glory of His love for us all.  The original was a horrible, shocking Friday, but it was definitely a good Friday.  This Good Friday was also a pretty good day – much smaller by comparison, but still a good day.  Thank you, Jesus.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

11:07


The boy ran a stellar race in his high school track debut Friday night.  What a thrill for the old dad to watch.  Before the race we discussed (he asked – I did not offer unsolicited) where his fitness is and about what we thought he could do.  I told him that while I was quite confident that he was sub-11:00 capable, one never knows what will actually happen in the race.  I told him to try to relax the first mile and that if he came through in about 5:25-5:30 he would have a good chance at a really good race, but if he came through the mile in 5:15 it would probably be a really long second mile.  In any case we talked about maybe setting two goals, 10:59 as an “A” goal and 11:25 as a “B” goal, because he absolutely should not view it as a failure if he didn’t break 11 minutes. 

So he went out and ran a wonderful set of splits, coming through the first quarter a little hot at 77 but settling down for a 5:26 first mile.  After 2000 I could tell (and he so reported later) that he was really starting to have to work at it, but that’s what happens to everybody who runs the 2-mile.  That’s just par for the course!  So, he hung on through those hard 6th and 7th laps and ran a nice 83 final quarter. 

In the car on the way home from the school he told me that he never lost focus during the race.  Sometimes, he said, his mind has drifted during races, and on those days he doesn’t usually run very well, but this time his mind stayed on the problem the whole time.  He was ecstatic (as he should have been!) about his time.  He was also ecstatic about feeling like he justified his entry in a varsity meet.  He could hardly believe that he had just run a 2-mile at about the same pace as his mile PR from 8th grade, and he asked me what his mile PR is now.  Of course it’s 5:26 now, and it’s quite soft at that! 

His senior teammate, Ben, who is an excellent runner and a wonderful team leader told Wyatt after his race that his own first freshman 2-mile was an 11:20, which Wyatt could hardly believe after watching Ben run 4:27, 2:02 and 10:07 in a very strong and astonishing triple.  Wyatt looked at me incredulously and asked me with his expression and body language, but without spoken words, “Is that in me, too?”  I answered him with words, “It is all within your reach, son.  It is all within your reach.”

Most importantly, he said he had fun.  It was a fun race.  His coach thought he didn’t enjoy the race and asked him afterwards if he didn’t want to do the 2-mile next week since he didn’t like it.  He responded that, au contraire, he really enjoyed the race, and so his coach told him that next week he could have it.  That he ran well, that he enjoyed the experience and that he enjoyed the achievement I find absolutely wonderful.  I couldn’t be happier for him.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Luke 9


In my mind this is one of the greatest chapters in the whole Bible:  Jesus feeds the five thousand, Peter confesses Jesus as Christ, Jesus is transfigured into glorious appearance, He teaches that the least shall be the greatest, and twice Jesus foretells His upcoming persecution and death.  The chapter is rich and it has been up next on my devotional list for at least a couple of weeks now but I haven’t got around to it until today – partly because I have been avoiding it.  The Lord in His mercy has also diverted my attention to other Scriptures, but in part I have been avoiding this chapter because I knew what awaited me.  More and more I feel the Lord speaking to me, calling me to be “all in.”  100% for Jesus, as I used to say when I was sixteen years old.  Here are the words I have known have been awaiting me from the Lord.

“If anyone wishes to come after Me, he must deny himself, and take up his cross daily and follow me.   For whoever wishes to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake , he is the one who will save it.  For what is a man profited if he gains the whole world, and loses or forfeits himself?  For whoever is ashamed of Me and My words, the Son of Man will be ashamed of him when He comes in His glory….”
 
This is scary but good.  Very good.  I feel His life awakening in me in a way I don’t think I have felt for many years, and with His life in me I am beginning to experience the fruit of His Spirit much more than I have in a long long time:  love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness and self-control.  

Monday, March 26, 2012

That the One Who Reads It May Run

It’s about time for this post.  It has been a long 6 months without running and a whole lot has happened in life in that time.  In the fall after the surgery Wyatt’s cross country season buoyed me for a couple of months, but then November and December were rather bleak as I trudged through physical therapy.  By Christmas time I was cleared by the doc to use the elliptical machine which, as bad as it is, is infinitely better than swimming!  From January 2 until the present I’ve been ramping up my work on the elliptical machine and pushing myself as much as I’ve been able, trying to put myself into a position of the best possible aerobic fitness for the first day of running, March 21. 

In the last three months I’ve been blessed to enjoy Josiah and Cade do very well in their basketball seasons, but professionally life has felt really challenging.  Some of the company leadership seems generally to believe that they know more about running than I do, and it seems I’ve had to argue and debate and defend just about every idea and thought I have uttered.  Then, after my excellent boss announced earlier this month that she is leaving, I decided that capitulation would be the best strategy for continued survival.  With my personality I don’t know if this policy is sustainable in the long run, but why take the personal risk?  At the end of the day, they write me a check to do what they tell me to do.  I think I can accept that, but the whole situation at work has been very stressful on me and on top of all that I have been locked out of running, my most potent stress-relieving drug.  Very significantly, in addition to this yet there has been marital tension and difficulty. 

Above it all, supremely above everything, has been the spiritual struggle to keep the faith.  There is so much to say in this regard, but to boil down the struggle to the key points that I believe Jesus has been trying to teach me I think these are they:

  • Lay down your pride.  Surrender your ego completely.  Bring it to the altar and let it be killed.
  • Trust Me.  If I am for you, who can be against you?
  • This struggle is spiritual, not physical.  It may be that people have hurt you; it may seem that I have been harsh with you, but your real enemies are spiritual forces of wickedness in high places, arrayed against your joy and your faith.  Do you trust Me?  How will you respond?
    • Forgive
    • Forebear
    • Release
    • Pardon
    • Show mercy
    • “Humble yourself under the mighty hand of God and in due time He will lift you up.”  “Submit therefore to God, resist the devil and he will flee from you.”
  • You need My Life in you.  More than anything else – more than My power, more than My peace, more than My joy, you need My life in you, coursing through your veins.  I am the Vine, you are the branch.  Apart from Me you can do nothing.
  • Hope!  See, I am doing a new thing, and you will be astonished at how the story will turn out. 
  • Be thankful!  What a rich man you are!

I was scared to death that my first day of running last week would reveal pain in my knee and I was scared to death about what that would mean, but thank God, He was merciful to me.  At 6 a.m. on the first full day of Spring I joined a colleague from work and took my first few tentative steps as a runner reborn, and then as we got underway with a real running stride I noticed that there was no pain in my knee.  Thanks be to Christ, the One who is healing me. 

Two Sundays ago our worship pastor shared some thoughts from the Old Testament book of Habakkuk.  His basic point from the Scripture was that God would indeed accomplish what he was going to do – sometimes we need to be patient and wait for it.  I was intrigued and have been reading the book over for the last several days.  It’s a quirk of translation [NASB] I’m sure, but this is what my eyes have been drawn to these last many days.

“Then the Lord answered me and said, ‘Record the vision and inscribe it on tablets, that the one who reads it may run.  For the vision is yet for the appointed time; it hastens toward the goal and it will not fail.  Though it tarries, wait for it; for it will certainly come, it will not delay.’”

“Though the fig tree should not blossom and there be no fruit on the vines, though the olive should fail and the fields produce no food, though the flock should be cut off from the fold and there be no cattle in the stalls, yet I will exult in the Lord, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.  The Lord God is my strength, and he has made my feet like hinds’ feet, and makes me walk on my high places.”

The core message is that God will do what He will do and I can bank on that, trusting in His sure promise that He causes all things to work together for good for those who love Him.  Habakkuk concluded that God could be trusted and that even in the most discouraging of circumstances he would still praise God and rejoice in Him. This is certain, and this is the core of God’s key message to me.  But what about running like a deer?  In spite of my questionable exegesis I am hopeful, even suspicious, that maybe this is also God’s message to me.  We’ll see how the story now ends, but in life, in love, in faith and in running, I know God wants me to trust that “the vision is yet for the appointed time; it hastens toward the goal and it will not fail.”

Therefore, in the words of Eric Clapton, “Oh, I have a flame.  Feel it touch my heart, and down at my core is the hottest part.  I can run without fear.”