Clouds

 

I am not a runner, and if I were, I would choose to sprint rather than run a marathon. I believe that there comes a point during a marathon, perhaps around Mile 18 or so, that the exhausted runner is in danger of losing the will to continue. It is at that point that spectators lining the route are critical for encouraging the runners to dig deep, find the energy and the will, and persevere.

They might step forward, offering a drink, an energy bar, a towel, a smile.

Don’t give up!

The writer to the Hebrews, who were under pressure and persecution, said, ‘Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus…’

New restrictions are coming into place in Scotland. New limits to try to bring the spread of Covid-19 under control. Many of us are weary. Many of us are lonely, exhausted, losing the will to continue this life of abnormality, a life without hugs, without reunions. Many grandchildren are growing up not knowing their grandparents. Many elderly are approaching the end of their days without the comfort of family visits, smiles and hugs.

I’m tired of it. Aren’t you?

The cloud of witnesses urges us onwards. We urge one another onwards. Stay the course. Fix your eyes on Jesus, who runs the race alongside each one of us.

There is a finish line. One day all things will be well.