Running Shoes with Wings
You know when your birthday arrives and along with the usual birthday wishes there's the question, "So, do you feel any
older?". Of course the answer is no, I don't. But then it's been a gradual "getting older" feeling of the body. You
don't notice it at the moment only as you reflect back. In some ways I feel the same emotionally as when I was a
teenager; young, energetic, silly, into the latest thing, big dreams, and pessimistic.
I got baptized just this last Sunday. The weeks following up to the Big Event, the realization didn't enter my head
unless it's in fleeting after thought. But there were moments when I'd ponder it longer than just acknowledging it. I've
announced to the public that Jesus is my Savior! Wooohoo!, right? Well, yes, it is exciting and awe inspiring. But
there's no change of feelings. That is, I don't feel different. I'm still me with all my flaws and limitations. Thank
goodness God takes us as we are, because if I was going to try to get myself and my life in order and then accept Jesus
it would never happen. So I'm still struggling with life and many years of accumulated crap that I just never had any
where to toss (or I refused to let go of). And yet, there is one major change. My focus is beginning to shift more on
God and less on myself. That's what it's all about, God! I've come a ways on my spiritual journey and yet I'm still an
infant spiritually. A baby that wandered aimlessly, crying and angry at everything, angry at God. A baby, angry at
God...can you imagine?
If I may, God, I'd like to trade in this pacifier that I've been refusing to let go for a nice pair of running shoes.
Running shoes with wings to carry me the many miles that are out in front of me, and to finish this race to hear, "Well
done, good and faithful servant!"