It was the 1992 Olympics in Barcelona, Spain during the semi-finals of the men's 400 meter race, when Derek Redmond pulled a hamstring muscle. Redmond collapsed about half way through the race with the injury, but got up, determined to finish despite the pain. His father came out of the stands and onto the track to help his son. Redmond initially tried to push him away, not realizing who he was, but then heard a familiar voice. "Derek, it's me" his father said. Redmond told his father "I've got to finish this race." His father said "If you're gonna finish the race, we'll finish it together." With his father's help, Redmond made it to the finish line. What a cool story...and true! It reminds me of our Heavenly Father's heart towards us..."if you're gonna finish the race, we'll finish it together". What a picture of trust in the midst of pain...of love in the midst of heartache. If God loves us this way...and He does...then shouldn't we learn to love each other the same way? What if people could learn to come along the wounded, hurting, messy lives of others and help them continue...all the way to finish line! At ECHO we hope to be that kind of people...people who help others get up, & keep on going, even in the mess of life and the hurt that goes with it. This song by Steve Taylor comes to mind...and though it is over 10 years old...it speaks of the struggle...the pain...the messiness of life as we press on toward the "finish line"...towards ultimately victory! Because in God's Kingdom all you got to do is finish...it's not a competition...its not whose first...because "the first shall be last and the last shall be first" The victory is in not giving up...even though we all need help along the way!
The Finish Line
Once upon an average morn
An average boy was born for the second time
Prone upon the altar there
He whispered up the prayer he'd kept hid inside
The vision came
He saw the odds
A hundred little gods on a gilded wheel
"These will vie to take your place, but Father,
by your grace I will never kneel"
And I saw you, upright and proud
And I saw you wave to the crowd
And I saw you laughing out loud at the
And I saw you brush away rocks
And I saw you pull up your socks
And I saw you out of the blocks
For the finish line
Darkness falls
The devil stirs
And as your vision blurs you start stumbling
The heart is weak
The will is gone
And every strong conviction comes tumbling down
Malice rains
The acid guile is sucking at your shoes while the mud is fresh
It floods the trail
It bleeds you dry
As every little god buys its pound of flesh
And I saw you licking your wounds
And I saw you weave your cocoons
And I saw you changing your tunes for the party line
And I saw you welsh on old debts
I saw you and your comrades bum cigarettes
And you hemmed and you hawed
And you hedged all your bets
Waiting for a sign
Let's wash our hands as we throw little fits
Let's all wash our hands as we curse hypocrites
We're locked in the washroom turning old tricks
Deaf
And joyless
And full of it
The vision came
He saw the odds
A hundred little gods on a gilded wheel
"These have tried to take your place, but Father,
by your grace I will never kneel
I will never kneel..."
Off in the distance
Bloodied but wise
As you squint with the light of the truth in your eyes
And I saw you
Both hands were raised
And I saw your lips move in praise
And I saw you steady your gaze
For the finish line
Every idol like dust
A word scattered them all
And I rose to my feet when you scaled the last wall
And I gasped
When I saw you fall
In his arms
At the finish line
lyric by Steve Taylor
be God's!
Brian O
Lead Pastor dude, ECHO