This is the first, of a four part story I will share with you. In this historical account, I learned an earthly truth that pointed me to a glorious spiritual promise, which I shall reveal to you at the conclusion of this telling. Let me begin. A year ago, I was forty-seven years old and for my age in pretty good shape. Other than a few extra pounds I was carrying around, I felt great physically and had no aches or pains to speak of. Early in the morning, last Thanksgiving, at the urging of my daughter, I joined her and her boyfriend Jonathan (now her husband) in a 5K race called a “turkey trot.” It was against my better judgment, but I agreed. Ashley has a way of persuading me into just about anything. This time, it was probably her taunt, “What are you, an old man?” Her teasing worked and pride got the better of me. Besides I thought, what a great way to crank up the appetite and burn some extra calories in preparation for the big meal my wife, Danielle was making. The terrain of the race course was hilly, wet, slightly muddy, and it was cold outside. I did little stretching or warming up for the race. Every time I started to complain about what she had gotten me into she’d simple reply, “Go big or go home dad!” Hundreds of people had come to run as we stood in line waiting for the race to start. Then the shot rang out and the race was on, ready or not, there was no turning back. Now the only thought in my mind was, “Just cross the finish line before Ashley.” So off we went side-by-side in perfect cadence.
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