The Olympics are over, and it is a shame. I think I enjoy the Olympics even more than Christmas. No joke. Is that blasphemous? Anyways, one of the most anticipated events is, of course, the men's 100m race. Winning this race gets you the title of World's Fastest Man, now held by the self-assured Usain Bolt. Nothing beats an adrenaline pumping race with a wildly loud crowd in the background. On the other end of the running spectrum are the long distance races. I think we can all agree that the long distance races just don't promote the same level of excitement. It's easy to appreciate the athleticism required to run for three hours (or how about that long distance swimming!) but unlike the sprinters, you probably won't see many long distance runners on the cover of "Sports Illustrated." That's just the nature of the beast. We want a good show.
I recently discovered this article about Jim Elliot's younger brother, Bert. While the story of Jim Elliot's tragic murder is well known, I don't think there are many who have heard Bert Elliot's story. Bert and his wife Colleen served faithfully as missionaries for fifty six years. When asked about the similarities between he and his brother, Bert said, " Jim and I both served Christ, but differently. Jim was a great meteor, streaking through the sky.”
I love what Randy Alcorn had to say in response to Bert's description of his brother. "Unlike his brother Jim, the shooting star, Bert was a faint star that rose night after night, faithfully crossing the same path in the sky, to God’s glory."
While the world, and sometimes the Church, makes fame and drama desirable, God calls most of us to be faithful through anonymity. Some of us, like Jim, get to run a sprint. But most of us, like Bert, are called to run the marathon. Bert Elliot passed away in February of this year and I know he received more heavenly applause than the world could have ever given him. I think Bert would say living without recognition in this life was worth the eternal reward he received in the next.
Lord, though I'll never have a crowd to cheer me on to victory, let me remain willing to run long distances for the Gospel.
