Music

Music has a huge impact on me.  When I listen to music, I internalize it.  The very emotions of the composer (or producer) become a part of me.  I'm not always careful with what I listen to.  I enjoy mainstream music, I get caught up in the rhythm and could spend hours developing a choreography-- I used to dance when I was younger. I started with ballet but by the end was doing hip hop.  Dancing is a huge part of me and it's a shame that I haven't pursued it (I'm thinking of taking Salsa seriously now but we'll see).  Going back to music.  The intensity and frequency of certain types of music take a toll on my spirit, I can feel it.  Too much of it and this unexplainable ego rises up, I start feeling like I'm on top of the world, but in an eerie sense.  Nevertheless, music is  powerful and when you can tune into something really uplifting, it does wonders in your life.  Lately I've been listening to Laura Hackett.  It lifts me up.  Here are a couple of her songs...

When I Am Afraid  and also Beautiful Mercy

Run!

I recently heard a story that inspired me. 

"It was almost 7pm in Mexico City, 1968. One hour earlier the winners of the 26 mile Olympic marathon had crossed the finish line. It had been a grueling hot day as the high altitude affected all the athletes. The sky was beginning to darken and most of the stadium was empty. As the last few spectators were preparing to leave, police sirens and flashing lights caught their attention. A lone runner, wearing the colours of Tanzania had just emerged through the stadium gate. Limping, with his leg bandaged he found the last of his endurance to step up his pace and finish the race. His name was John Stephen Akhwari.  John Stephen Akhwari from Tanzania, covered with blood, hobbled into the light. He had taken a horrible fall early in the race, whacked his head, damaged his knee, and endured a trampling before he could get back on his feet. And there he was, over 40 kilometres later, stumbling his way to the finish line.

The response of the crowd was so overwhelming, it was almost frightening. They encouraged Akhwari through the last few metres of his race with a thundering ovation that far exceeded the one given the man who, hours earlier, had come in first. When Akhwari crossed the finish line, he collapsed into the arms of the medical personnel who immediately whisked him off to the hospital.

The next day, Akhwari appeared before sports journalists to field their questions about his extraordinary feat. The first question was the one any of us would have asked, "Why, after sustaining the kinds of injuries you did, would you ever get up and proceed to the finish line, when there was no way you could possibly place in the race?" John Stephen Akhwari said this: "My country did not send me over 11,000 kilometres to start a race. They sent me over 11,000 kilometres to finish one."

I think back on my own life and all the times I've felt like "giving up."  What a story of endurance and inspiration!  When all is said and done, I want to be known as someone who finished the race.  Though we live in an age of many encumbrances and distractions, our secret is to look upon Him.  When my sight is fixed on Him, everthing else pales in comparison.  Really.  He has become my strength and endurance.

Therefore let us also, having so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, put away every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us and run with endurance the race which is set before us. - Hebrews 12:1