The summer is nearly over, the kids and grandkids are back in school, and we’re soon heading into fall.
None of our kids are students any longer, and we haven’t been blessed yet with grandkids. However, as many of you know, our younger daughter, Mary Beth, began teaching English at Savannah High School last week. We certainly are proud of her getting what many would call a “dream job” — going to work at your alma mater. So, just when we thought school calendars were a thing of the past, we’ll be connected to a number of events and activities at Savannah High School.
One of Mary Beth’s additional duties is coaching the cross country team, so we’ll look forward to taking in a few of their meets. Now, if you’ve never been to a cross country meet, there’s really only one time when it’s exciting: the finish. Much of the rest of the action takes place well out of view of family, friends, and supporters as the competitors trek over hill and dale. It’s not particularly a nail-biter. In fact, it’s a whole lot of waiting for a little big of hoopla at the end.
I never ran cross country — and you wouldn’t know it looking at me — but I did do some 5K runs. Over the last 25 years drivers traveling on Highway 71 south of the interstate could witness a sweating, struggling old man lumbering along the shoulder. Aside from being a dangerous distraction and easy target, I was a great poster child for “the tragedy of being middle-aged and overweight.” Believe it or not, I’ve won a few medals for 5K competitions. It’s not that I’m at all fast. It’s just that I happened to finish well in my age group.
You know, our lives can be pretty humdrum. However, one part of my routine that I embrace and for which I am thankful is Sunday worship (times two). It’s like the second wind in a 5K race, giving me a burst of energy just when I need it most. Sunday worship is my regular connection to our Lord that keeps me going to the finish.
That reminds me of the words of Paul in Philippians 3:14, “I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”
Hey folks, invite a neighbor or family member to church this Sunday. Let us all do what we can to grow our church family so that more folks can know the love of Jesus Christ. God continues to work at Amazonia United Methodist, lifting up each of us for his service. See you on Sunday!
God’s blessings to you all! ~Pastor Ken