Running Like an Inflated Drunkard

It is no secret that it is Tim Fall’s fault encouragement that got me blogging. I always enjoy Tim’s words, and am delighted to welcome him here today with his usual blend of funny, warm and robustly encouraging insight.

Running Like an Inflated Drunkard

Contrary to the impression I might have given with posts on running a 6 mile obstacle course and a half-marathon in the Happiest Place on Earth, I am not wont to join a few thousand strangers in order to traverse long distances in company.

But I did it again.

This time it was a 5K through a bunch of bounce houses. Three miles and a dozen inflatable obstacles made for a fun-run in the truest sense. It also made me feel like the folks in this verse:

They reeled and staggered like drunkards … . (Psalm 107:27.)

Tim Drunkard

Me reeling and staggering, but not falling down.

 

We signed up along with a bunch of people from the gym. As the day approached the young guy who owns the gym – and whom we looked to as our fearless leader for the race – went and blew his knee out and ended up having surgery.

That didn’t stop him from taking the course. He said he’d do it, and he did. And we did it with him. He couldn’t run so we all walked with him 3.1 miles from obstacle to obstacle. He hobbled through the obstacles along with the rest of us, laughing and joking around. It wasn’t the way the course was designed to be taken, perhaps, but it was the right way for us to go.

The Right Way to Go

Which reminds me of another verse:

One who has unreliable friends soon comes to ruin,
but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.
(Proverbs 18:24.)

This group of friends stuck together for the sake of the one who could not run full speed. It’s the same with the church, the people of God. We are called to come together, to be with one another, to love each other in the good times and the bad times. In fact, it’s this love for one another that shows people who we belong to.

A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another. (John 13:34-35.)

How can you love one another so that people will see you belong to Jesus? Good question, and one I hope you’ll help answer in a comment. For me it often means encouraging people. I don’t restrict this to fellow Christians, of course. Jesus’ love is something I can share with everyone God puts in my life.

When we love those outside the body of Christ, we do it without expectation of reciprocation. When we do it with each other, though, it should be a mutual care and love for one another. It is this bond of love – the back and forth, the give and take whether everyone can run at the same speed or not – that shows people who we are.

That’s what Jesus said.


Tim Fall pointsTim is a California native who changed his major three times, colleges four times, and took six years to get a Bachelor’s degree in a subject he’s never been called on to use professionally. Married for over 28 years with two grown kids, his family is constant evidence of God’s abundant blessings in his life. He and his wife live in Northern California. He blogs, and can be found on Twitter and Facebook too.

 

 

6 thoughts on “Running Like an Inflated Drunkard

  1. Great to read your post here, Tim. (And again you came up with a great title!) Your race is a great example of encouraging another person even if — for whatever reason — they are not where we are on the journey.

  2. Okay, this post wasn’t what I expected from the title. (How DO you come up with such great titles?!) One of the things that attracted me and my husband to our previous church was their reputation for caring for each other. We arrived at the church when I was almost eight months pregnant with our first child. Within a week, someone was offering to throw a baby shower. Within two weeks, our daughter was born, and the meals began coming. And coming. And coming. Total strangers arrived at our doorstep. “I brought you a meal!” And diapers, outfits, advice, and ooo’s and awwww’s for our little one. We felt the care and compassion that we had been missing prior to that. There was no sense of obligation on their parts or ours; we could’ve stayed at the church or left. It didn’t matter to them.

    I don’t know if Jesus ever brought a meal for a family with a new baby–did that happen in Nazareth back then?–but I bet he fussed over those little ones and made them and their families feel loved.

    • I wonder if he ever made a crib for a newborn when the family couldn’t afford one. He was a carpenter, after all.

      As for your question “How DO you come up with such great titles?!)” – it’s a gift; and a curse.

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