I would write something intricate, but you wouldn’t like it.
So, I write something simple.
I tell you a story.
Once I was in the Galleria at the age of five. I was running up the steps of the escalator. My grandfather was with me and told me to slow down. I didn’t. I fell. There was blood. I honestly believe it cut all the way to the bone. It was one of those escalators that had a really sharp edge on the steps. Really sharp. It hurt. I wanted to sit down, but he wouldn’t let me. “Keep walking, and it will wear off.” So, I walked on, and it did. I felt better.
Life is about moving on. Even when you bleed.
The writer of Hebrews was writing to some people who knew what it was like to bleed. They thought about sitting it out. Giving up. Here’s what he told them.
“Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us,” Hebrews 12:1.
Keep moving. Keep walking. You’ll work out the soreness.
The writer of Hebrews tells those Christians that they’re not alone either. He says,
“So we can confidently say, “The Lord is my helper; I will not fear; what can man do to me?” Hebrews 13:6.
One more thing. One reason I kept walking is that I trusted my grandfather. And, he was right there with me. So, I kept walking.
Maybe you’ve fallen down. Maybe you’ve bled. The son who never came home. The love who betrayed you. The dream that hasn’t panned out. It cut to the bone, and you bled. What are you going to do?
Well, I’ll tell you what I did. I got up and walked. I saw the new mall. I saw my family, and told them about how I was walking it off. And, now I have a story to tell you. What story will you tell?
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