Well y’all, I did it. I completed another race! 
							Okay, by another I mean my third. In the grand 
							scheme of things, it really isn’t that 
							impressive considering it was only a 5K (3+ miles). 
							But, I did it.  
							 
							As many of you know, I played baseball in college. 
							Unlike hall of famer Ricky Henderson, I was not 
							known for my speed. In fact, I often heard coach 
							yell, ‘Hey Quine, you’re running like you have a 
							piano on your back!” Not an Electric Baby Grand 
							Piano, either; the Grandest of Grand Pianos! Which 
							is why for me, running these races mean so much. It 
							is a goal that I work I can work towards. It is a 
							goal that also helps me stay in shape. When I have a 
							race to prepare for, I become more mindful of how my 
							body is feeling. As time goes on, I am realizing 
							that I not as young as I used to be. Before, I could 
							run three miles without stretching and without much 
							preparation. That isn’t the case anymore.  
							 
							It takes a lot of work for me. Preparing for a race 
							requires me to think through not only the obvious 
							like, when will I run today, but the more difficult 
							questions regarding health…particularly diet. 
							 
							Honestly, running a 5k doesn’t require much change 
							in my diet. I can continue to eat poorly, drink high 
							calorie coffee drinks rather than water, eat more 
							fried food than green stuff, and still finish under 
							30 minutes. Essentially, I can do what I’ve always 
							done and get by with a decent time but with no real 
							change. 
							 
							That bothers me though. It bothers me because I have 
							two items on my bucket list I want to cross off 
							soon. They are to run a half marathon and then a 
							full marathon. Yes, you read that correctly. 
							Your pastor has a dream to run a marathon. 
							 
							The thought of this frightens me…and exhausts me. 
							Which is why, up to this point I have not actually 
							pursued signing up for one. Actually, I never really 
							shared this with anyone. Usually when the thought 
							comes up, I lie down until it passes. 
							 
							I scare myself out of doing it with the “what if” 
							questions. What if I hurt myself? What if I am the 
							last person to finish? What if I don’t finish? What 
							if the race is on a Sunday? What if that is the day 
							Jesus comes back and I’m at mile eight when he calls 
							everyone back? Talk about a waste of time! 
							 
							Sure, there are a lot of things to go wrong. Yet the 
							things that could go wrong do not outweigh the 
							thought of accomplishing such a goal. Ultimately, 
							there is so much good that can come from this. In 
							addition to crossing off an item on my bucket list, 
							my heart and health will benefit from the training. 
							I will have proven to myself that I can do something 
							I only thought about doing. 
							 
							 
							I’ll discover again, I hope, that I do have what it 
							takes, the discipline, to do something as 
							challenging as this.  
					 
				 
			 
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							There is an obvious connection here to our faith. 
							Love is a discipline and Love requires discipline. 
							It is no accident that the Apostle Paul uses 
							athletic training as a metaphor for the life of 
							faith. In order to achieve the goal, God’s shalom on 
							earth as it is in heaven, we need to commit 
							ourselves to love.  
			
							But as in preparing for a race, love is not easy. It 
							demands that we persevere, endure, and push past our 
							weariness as we approach the finish line. It may 
							mean changing adapting our training so that we can 
							get past the three miles that we’ve always run. This 
							may require getting off the course normally used and 
							the route always taken.  
							 
							Ultimately, the metaphor of preparing for a race 
							makes sense to me because while I could run a 5k and 
							be completely content, I know I can run both a half 
							and a full marathon. It may not look pretty, it may 
							take me a few days between start and finish, but I 
							can do it.  
							 
							Settling isn’t an option. There is more in my tank. 
							Though I’ve never done training, like, training for 
							a race, does not mean I can’t. It will be foreign to 
							me and I know I’ll struggle with it, but it will 
							help me accomplish a goal. 
							 
							So I guess what I am saying is this: I’ve set a new 
							goal for myself and I’m embarking on an exciting new 
							endeavor. As I run and begin preparations, this will 
							be my mantra and I hope you will say it with me. It 
							is the opening lines from David Whyte’s poem 
							Start Close In.  
							Start close in, 
							don’t take the second step 
							or the third, 
							start with the first  
							thing 
							close in, 
							the step 
							you don’t want to take. 
							(Italicized emphasis is the poet’s) 
							 
							[Adam Quine. Pastor of First Presbyterian Church 
							in Lincoln] 
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