All You've Got
It was Tuesday; I was walking through the Atlanta airport on my
way to concourse D.
I usually walk instead of riding the tram or the moving
sidewalks. I get all of the exercise that I can.
My legs were hurting. I wondered why as I racked my brain to
figure out why in the world my legs were hurting. It was as if
I had been lifting weights.
Then it hit me, the race. The race had done it.
Was I in a marathon? No.
A 10k? No.
A 5K? No.
A 100 meter dash? No.
"Well, what then?" you ask.
It was more like a 25-feet dash.
A 25-feet dash!!! How could that make my legs sore?
Normally I would have never figured such a short distance could
have made any difference. I am used to running miles.
Five miles is no problem.
Only above seven miles do I start straining.
So why did 25 feet strain me?
It was a race.
It was a dinner downstairs at the church, celebrating the
anniversary of the children's church. They had games, prizes,
and the fun stuff that goes along with kids.
They also had a big dinner. The fellowship hall was divided
into two sections. The leader of children's church decided to
have a contest to see which side would get to eat first.
They chose a champion from each side.
You guessed it, I was the chosen champion for one side.
Eugene was the other champion.
The objective was to race to a large rubber ball 25 feet away,
pick it up, turn around, and race back to the starting line.
The first one back got to eat first along with his side.
"I'm sorry about this Pastor but I'm really hungry," Eugene said
in partial jest. He won by a few inches.
We raced twice.
Both times he won by a few inches.
As I sat down my youngest brother said, "Eugene is really good
in basketball, I can't beat him."
Eugene was fast.
So why were my legs sore?
Because I had not run with all that I had in over 15 years.
There is a difference between jogging and running wide open.
A big difference.
That's why my legs were sore.
Even though it was only a short distance it was everything that
How often do we ever give something all that we have?
No holding back,
To the limit.
For most of us, that's not very often.
We don't give our relationships full effort.
We don't give our jobs full effort.
We don't give our spiritual lives full effort.
We don't even give our health full effort.
We hold back and leisurely jog until quitting time.
Maybe for once, we need to give it all we've got.
Even if it makes us a little sore,
we may just win a bigger prize than we imagine,
and if not, at least we know we gave it our all.