Last week this time, I was heading to Lauren’s third cross-country meet in three Saturdays with the family. We have a break this week before running in Alabama next week.
My Vols lost to Florida. I just hated typing those words. I love the team and Coach Dooley. We need a few more horses to run where we needs to run.
I took Andrew to a therapy session for his knee that has been sore all football season. I think it hurts because he has grown six inches over the last year. There was no structural damage and it already feels better.
Now, for what happened in the world of Deuceology.
The most viewed post of the week was 140 Words (or less) About The Christian F-Bomb.
The Southern Baptist Convention: A New Name proved popular.
The Greatest Love Of All??? proved to be the least viewed post of the last week. Show it some love if you have a chance today.
A big thanks to those of you who visit my blog and read my musings and rants. I would write this regardless, but I appreciate your support.
One of the things I like about the fall (besides FOOTBALL) is that it is also cross country season. I ran cross country and track when I was in high school, so there’s still a soft spot in the sport for me. On top of that, my daughter runs, so I get to spend a bit of time going to cross country meets in the fall.
A week or so ago, Lauren had her cross country jamboree. I’ve been to a lot of jamborees in my day, but I’ve only been to cross country jamborees over the last two years. However, I’ve digressed far enough. This post is not about jamborees. It’s about cross country meets and Jesus. Let me explain.
During the race at the jamboree, the first girl was head and shoulders above everyone. The course was a big loop, so on the last lap she was way ahead of the second place runner. On that last lap, the loop was shortened a bit. The leader turned off the correct way. There was just one problem. The second girl did not do this so she ran the full loop on the second lap. The third girl did. The fourth did. Everyone else ran the full loop on the second lap. Everyone but the first girl.
Since I’m a blogger, I wondered what lessons this could teach me and what I could write about it. Here’s what I came up with:
1. The first girl was a type of Jesus. Don’t stone me for being heretical. I am using type in the theological sense, as in Melchizedek was a type of Christ. What I mean is a symbol or a pointer. Christ is so far ahead of us, that we can actually lose sight of Him. We can begin to follow others which, obviously, leads to bad things. Or in other words, we can get off course.
2. When one person gets off course, lots of others get off course as well. Let’s face that fact. We often play follow the leader in life. If the leader is off course, you will be off course. If the person you are following is following a leader who is off course, well, you get the idea.
3. There was no one standing at the place where the course changed pointing the runners in the right direction. We are responsible for going the right way, but we also need someone pointing us in the right direction from time to time.
Maybe you’ve been there. You’ve taken a wrong turn and led others in the wrong direction. Maybe you’ve followed others in the wrong direction. Do you know what the good news is?
You can get back on course. You can cross the finish line even if you are off course now. Christ will get you back on the right course? How? He is the Way. He is the Course.
How about it? Are you off course in your life? Do you want to get back on course?