|The streets I run each week. I.e.: my "wilderness."|
How does running bring me closer to Jesus? I could have a ton of predictable (yet, quite real and valid) answers to that question...
...when I run, I bring my iPod along and exercise along to the beat of great worship music...
...yes...but that's not quite my answer.
...when I run, I observe all the beautiful things in nature around me and praise God!...
...kind of (sometimes I do, I guess)...but, no cigar.
...when I run, I am alone and can think and pray with extreme focus...
...sort of in the ballpark of my answer, but not in the super-purposeful-holy-man kind of way.
...when I run, it goes something more like this...
Round #1 around the neighborhood: "Look at me! Look at me! I am running! I bet I look like some Nike-advertisement goddess with a beautiful glow and a smile because I am so in shape and so very awesome-looking as I round each corner."
Round #2 around the neighborhood: "Wow! This is getting a little tough. Oh, no sweat. I was born for this. I was made for this. I can DO this. I am still awesome!"
Round #3 around the neighborhood: "(Panting and coughing) I. Can't. Breathe! Who ever convinced me to run anyway? What was I THINKING? Who cares about having muscles and being able to run longer than 10 minutes anyway? If I ever make it home, I am quitting running for good. What a loser. Oh, God, have a care and help this poor woman to make it!"
Round #4 around the neighborhood (i.e.: the final hour, the moment of truth, the nitty-gritty): "Oh, good, sweet, Heavenly Father! (not a swear, I promise...but pleas for help!) Have mercy on me! I am so full of pride in myself! I think I'm all that and clearly I am not! Look at me! I look like a blubberer who can't even make it 30 minutes running (ok, jogging...OK, dragging my lame feet) around the neighborhood! I need YOU! I obviously CAN'T do this without You! HELP ME! If I make it home, I will never complain again and never get prideful about my own abilities every again! Only YOU are good, Father! Clearly, not me!"
That's more like it.
THAT'S how running brings me closer to Jesus.
"...he himself gives everyone life and breath and everything else... ‘For in him we live and move and have our being.’"
Acts 17:25, 28 NIV