I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 3:14)
Yesterday morning’s BecomeNew
podcast was about hope. They even included a “hopefulness assessment,” which I
failed miserably. In the talk, John Ortberg referred to this verse (I think).
He discussed the Greek version of the text and the idea that pressing on involved an image of a Greek runner with his head stretched forward in
his determination to win the prize. What came to mind is the scene in Chariots
of Fire in which Eric Liddell’s coach tried to get him to “run right” in
the manner described. But Liddell couldn’t run both right and fast. He won
races with his head thrown back.
Another image that came
to mind was the image that I associated with the young folks who play at
homesteading. For them, homesteading is about watching their kids (goats) caper
about in pajamas. (Kids in Pajamas). After that, the images
that leaped to mind for the sort of hope being described were a beautiful
runway model or a hunk dressed in the armor of a Roman gladiator, with his
skin oiled and all his muscles rippling: gorgeous or glorious.
And as I fumed about all
of this, I went out to the kitchen to pull three half-pints of rhubarb sauce,
ready and waiting for this winter when I make muffins or whatever, then went
back to my office to pull leaves from plants so I could dehydrate them for use
this winter. Granted, it’s not “spiritual,” idealistic, or pretty. It’s not
gorgeous, glorious, or glamorous. And I might be completely off-base, but I
have to wonder if perhaps there is more than one way hope can appear and exist.
And what do we do when we find an Eric Liddell hoper?
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