I have to admit I'm a sucker for the romance of the Olympics. I get sucked in every time. I fall into the moments of peace, of the world coming together, the intensity of athletes that have worked their whole life for these moments, and the crazy burst of patriotism all over the world. In 2005 I was in London during their last push to campaign for the 2012 Olympics, it was intense and fun and because I got to see it in person I was very excited to see them gain the privilege of hosting. I was then a wild twenty year old college student whose eyes had just been opened to the beauty of the wide world.
Four yeas ago as Beijing was buzzing with Olympic energy I was a drifting from couch to couch just a few short weeks away from moving to Italy. I was glued to the television enthralled as many of us are by the vision an dedication of athletes that work for four years toward the big goal.
As I watch this Olympics kick off it strikes me at how much happens in four years. My life is drastically different. Many of these athletes are just getting their first glimpse at Olympic futures, some are searching for their place in a world of competition they on anything they imagined, a few are just hitting their stride and peak as Olympic athletes, and a proud few are giving it their farewell push and retiring in to the peace of a well run race.
Isn't that what it's all about in the end? A well run race. From the moment we choose Jesus and start running we just want to cross the finish line with a well run race. We commit, we overcome, and we stay inspired during the daily training and trials of life to get to the finish line as victor.
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