Seeing the invisible
It reminded me of our Championship basketball game in High School. When we came out of the tunnel for that final game, we saw a sea of maroon covering the entire bleacher area. It seemed as if the whole town was there that day. There was even a sign in the crowd that had my name on it. I’ll never forget that moment when I first saw all our fans cheering us on. I couldn’t believe that so many of them wanted to see us and how passionately they were rooting for us. I want to tear up just thinking about it.
Our crowd of witnesses are usually invisible, but on those days you could actually see, feel, and hear the support. They give encouragement to persevere. As one book puts it, we aren’t promised that the journey will be easy, only that the destination will be worth it. The journey of life can be long, hard, and painful but we are being cheered, encouraged, and carried along. And we’re never alone.
“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.” – Hebrews 12:1

Category: Musings


I don’t know what you do up here in Northern Indiana. Where I came from, on Friday nights, we used to get in our Dads’ trucks cause they used to build those trucks so that you could run over anything and it wouldn’t hurt them. You know, the old gravel roads, they just ran straight for miles and miles and miles. You never had to turn your car because you were always going in one direction until you wanted to go in another direction and then you had to wait until you came to a road to make a turn and then you’d make the turn and go straight in that direction for a long ways.