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Cross the Finish Line

   Have you ever seen the running Olympics? At the end of a race, the lead runner will get five feet from the finish line and stop. Everyone stands up and cheers and he receives his well-earned trophy, Right? Of course not! He must finish the race! Without doing do, he can never win the prize. Even if he has only five percent of the entire race left and is in the lead, he can’t win the race or the prize.

   The runner is almost to the finish line, but because he does not cross the line, because he does not go the last five percent of the way, he does not win the trophy. He doesn’t make it to the end and he stops before he finishes the race. In order to win a race, you need to go one hundred percent to the end and you need to cross the finish line. He fails to do that and he misses out on the prize.

   That reminds me of the christian life. It is often referred to as a race. In order to make it to our eternal home in heaven, we have to be one hundred percent Christian. We have to go all the way to the end. We can’t stop at ninety-five percent and think we’ll make it, we won’t. We need to cross the finish line in order to get our eternal reward. Our prize is priceless, everlasting, and more amazing than we can ever imagine!

   Does going one hundred percent to the end seem like an impossibility? Do you feel like you cannot cross the finish line? It’s true that you could never do it alone, but with God, all things are possible. We can do it through His strength.

   ...His strength is perfect when our strength is gone
   He'll carry us when we can't carry on
   Raised in His power, the weak become strong...


   Let’s take hold of God’s promises and let’s make it to the finish line!

   Hannah Evert

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