The Finish Line
It has been an awfully long time since I have run any sort of serious race. I think the last time I was in a formal track event was when I was in the eighth grade. I remember running a 220 yard sprint. It was fairly traumatic. I did not win, but I remember the intensity and how time slowed down. Everything became surreal. Seconds seemed like hours. It registered with me like some sort of bizarre dream. The trance broke immediately upon crossing the finish line. It was exhilarating.
When you approach the finish line, your focus narrows. Background sounds fade. All you hear is your own heartbeat. I have crossed a number of other finish lines since then, but they have been academic, personal, and professional. It feels good to finish. Each time you have the same feeling after it is over — wishing you could have tried harder. There is nothing like giving it all you have. I have had some marathon exams. Handing in a final paper is like finishing a fifty mile run.
The Apostle Paul compared Christian living to a race. He gave it all he had. His phrase, “I have finished the race…” came not long before his execution. The world is better today because of his full efforts. The same is true for others that have lived with the same determination. Many others run secret races against time. Some are pitted against the uphill path to scientific breakthroughs, others just want to live long enough to finish raising a child or grandchild.
After forty or fifty, you begin looking at the distant horizon to see if you can see the finish line. Is the unspecified anomaly way up ahead just another challenge, or is it the finish line? Sometimes you can sense it deep within. You find yourself detaching. Annoyances and pain are pushed aside by the psyche, as it presses on to the soul’s destiny.
Today will have a finish line, so will this week. The Fall semester is over. The calendar year will end in about three weeks. Your personal final finish line will be…?
Give it your best shot!








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