The Winner’s Tale ...
The Winner’s Tale
His name was Jordan. A sportsman who has been training all his life for the one dream that is to win the Gold medal for the Olympics. All day and all night, he would be in the stadium training, rain or shine he will be there…he wont give up until he fulfil his goals.
Race after race, he tried his very best putting in all his effort, but he was never first. He was either second or third. Never once was he first. He remained optimistic and knew that one day he would fulfil his goal- to win the race.
The time finally came. It was the summer Olympics in Athens that year. He was well prepared and did his prayers. Once the gun went off, there he went. He just ran and ran…by the 3rd leg of the race, he was ahead of all his peers for the Gold medal. It was in his bag... Finally the moment of glory, the moment he has dreamt all his life, the moment is finally here.
Suddenly, one his muscles tendons tore. He felt an incessant and excruciating pain rising in his knee cap. Why now? Why of all times now? He eventually slowed down and even came to an unexpected halt due to the unbearable pain. He was devastated. A man in yellow sitting in the grandstand came running and embraced him – it was his father. He did not want his son to undergo the pain and humiliation.
‘Son, why not you quit now?’
‘Dad, Jesus said that we must finish the race no matter what. I want to finish the race’
‘If that is so, let Daddy finish this race with you. I want to do this together with you.’
So both father and son walked to the finishing line hand in hand. Jordan finally realised the true meaning of ‘winning the race’. He saw the bigger picture.
When Pastor Robert Glover read this story in church today, I felt ministered by the Lord. The tears were coming like a tsunami, and when pastor extended the invitation to the altar, I went with faith believing that the Lord had a word for me. I am reminded of the vision a pastor released to me a couple of months back.
The vision was that he saw me swimming against a waterfall. Others were swept away by the strong currents, but I was struggling to swim upwards against the current and he reassured me that the Lord would bless me with aplenty if I had faith to believe and actions to justify faith.
A senior leader laid hands on me. I sense the Lord’s presence surrounding us. He finally gave me a word. He told me that I was waiting upon the Lord for a specific prayer request in my life and the Lord will bless me if I believe in faith and in spirit. However he added that for that to happen, I must spend more time with God to understand his plan for my life, he prayed that I would open up my eyes, my ears and most importantly my heart to listen to God and know that God will speak to me. After the prayer, he gave me a reaffirming dad’s hug…
The tears kept coming and it never stopped. I was pretty embarrassed as I think I used a whole box of Kleenex. I must remember to bring a box of tissue to church next time. Now I finally understand why the uncle outside church seem to be doing so well with his tissue paper business, he understands the demand and supply mechanism at work. Good work Uncle! God must have revealed that to him a long time back. I must buy from him the next time I see him.
‘And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus. To our God and Father be glory for ever and ever. Amen.’-
Philippians 4:19
God bless!
His name was Jordan. A sportsman who has been training all his life for the one dream that is to win the Gold medal for the Olympics. All day and all night, he would be in the stadium training, rain or shine he will be there…he wont give up until he fulfil his goals.
Race after race, he tried his very best putting in all his effort, but he was never first. He was either second or third. Never once was he first. He remained optimistic and knew that one day he would fulfil his goal- to win the race.
The time finally came. It was the summer Olympics in Athens that year. He was well prepared and did his prayers. Once the gun went off, there he went. He just ran and ran…by the 3rd leg of the race, he was ahead of all his peers for the Gold medal. It was in his bag... Finally the moment of glory, the moment he has dreamt all his life, the moment is finally here.
Suddenly, one his muscles tendons tore. He felt an incessant and excruciating pain rising in his knee cap. Why now? Why of all times now? He eventually slowed down and even came to an unexpected halt due to the unbearable pain. He was devastated. A man in yellow sitting in the grandstand came running and embraced him – it was his father. He did not want his son to undergo the pain and humiliation.
‘Son, why not you quit now?’
‘Dad, Jesus said that we must finish the race no matter what. I want to finish the race’
‘If that is so, let Daddy finish this race with you. I want to do this together with you.’
So both father and son walked to the finishing line hand in hand. Jordan finally realised the true meaning of ‘winning the race’. He saw the bigger picture.
When Pastor Robert Glover read this story in church today, I felt ministered by the Lord. The tears were coming like a tsunami, and when pastor extended the invitation to the altar, I went with faith believing that the Lord had a word for me. I am reminded of the vision a pastor released to me a couple of months back.
The vision was that he saw me swimming against a waterfall. Others were swept away by the strong currents, but I was struggling to swim upwards against the current and he reassured me that the Lord would bless me with aplenty if I had faith to believe and actions to justify faith.
A senior leader laid hands on me. I sense the Lord’s presence surrounding us. He finally gave me a word. He told me that I was waiting upon the Lord for a specific prayer request in my life and the Lord will bless me if I believe in faith and in spirit. However he added that for that to happen, I must spend more time with God to understand his plan for my life, he prayed that I would open up my eyes, my ears and most importantly my heart to listen to God and know that God will speak to me. After the prayer, he gave me a reaffirming dad’s hug…
The tears kept coming and it never stopped. I was pretty embarrassed as I think I used a whole box of Kleenex. I must remember to bring a box of tissue to church next time. Now I finally understand why the uncle outside church seem to be doing so well with his tissue paper business, he understands the demand and supply mechanism at work. Good work Uncle! God must have revealed that to him a long time back. I must buy from him the next time I see him.
‘And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus. To our God and Father be glory for ever and ever. Amen.’-
Philippians 4:19
God bless!
posted by theflyisneverdead at 6/12/2005 01:23:00 PM
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