Wednesday, April 04, 2007

The Older I Get, The Better I Used to Be

I ran a mile on the treadmill at the gym this morning - without stopping (pause for applause). I did it in 8:44. It did cross my mind that I did a mile in 5:20 in high school. That was no big deal then, because I had friends that were faster and I was aware that Olympic marathoners do over 26 miles at a 5:00 pace.

Our human milestones are so empty. While I was at the gym this morning, I was listening to a Bruce Ware message from Mars Hill Church. It was excellent. It certainly put my half-hearted physical attainments into perspective.

Here is part of his text:

Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his handand marked off the heavens with a span,enclosed the dust of the earth in a measureand weighed the mountains in scalesand the hills in a balance? Who has measured the Spirit of the Lord,or what man shows him his counsel? Whom did he consult,and who made him understand?Who taught him the path of justice,and taught him knowledge,and showed him the way of understanding? Behold, the nations are like a drop from a bucket,and are accounted as the dust on the scales;behold, he takes up the coastlands like fine dust. Lebanon would not suffice for fuel,nor are its beasts enough for a burnt offering. All the nations are as nothing before him,they are accounted by him as less than nothing and emptiness. Isaiah 40:12-17


Starla said...

I have to give you applause, because I am scared to death of treadmills. I have this fear of falling down and getting my face ripped off, lol. Good job running on the treadmill.

John K said...

Hi Terry,
We talked about this recently, but oddly enough, that passage of Scripture was the very one, I believe, that was read by Eric Liddell, transposed against the running of the Sunday races in "Chariots of Fire." Very effective and thrilling cinema.

stauf46 said...

Thanks, Starla

And John, I love that movie, but you did have to go and mention another real runner, didn't you?

One day we'll all run and not grow weary, right? That's from Isa. 40 too!