running for the prize

I ran my second half marathon yesterday in Berlin, and as always before, the adrenaline rush of subjecting your body to something that is challenging and while participating with thousands of others, the experience is a bit contaging. I woke up today as excited as yesterday beFORe the race, after such a great experience. When God gives you a passion to do something that you're able to enjoy for yourself, yet see His hand upon you in the midst, it brings you no greater joy. I will never be a gold medalist, yet I find the strength through a discipline that shows reward in the end, while I "put my body into this subjection" for awhile, in order to accomplish a premeditated goal. Many non-runners think runners are crazy, and I completely agree. But as the infamous Mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland asks "Have I gone mad?" while Alice responds,
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. all the best people are."

It is great to be mad (or passionate) about something, and together with many others, understand the mad obsurdity. It is even greater to meet together shoulder to shoulder with, literally yesterday 90 some nations, in a city of such exteme impact on our world. A sense of "gemeinshaft" or "fellowship" comes from the commeraderie with those you experience the same toil yet joy with, through something like a long distance race. And as our tummys churned, we each individually set out for goals of our own, to accomplish something as individual humans that we might leave feeling proud of.

I always take with me verses of the Bible that represent physical similitude in accordance to our spiritual life. Paul in Corinthians says "Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only ONE gets the prize? (This could be disconcerning or self defeating) but as we set back and just realize that God created those we find to come in 1st regularly hailing from the most talented African continent, it seems that the general consensus is still not to just give up, but aim for our own goals. Paul then says "Run in such a way as to get the price. Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last; but WE do it to get a crown that will last forever. Therefore I do not run like a man running aimlessly; I do not fight like a man beating the air. No, I beat my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize."

And our outlook must be so; I enjoy each race embracing the opportunity I have to beat my own PR. And in our Christian walk in life, we must look to Jesus the author and FINISHer of our faith. He has won the victory over life and death. He calls us to Himself to believe and be sealed with the promise that we CAN win. But we must bring our bodies into subjection as He calls us to die to ourselves, our personal desires, and lives for His. And when we do, when we fight the good fight, with strength in fervor for something outside our personal momentary interest, it proves to be far greater and more satisfying than everything else in this world which pales in magnificance to Christ our Savior. There is unfortunately only one 1st place winner here on earth, but with Christ- there is one who has won it for all of us, and more importantly so, for eternity!

A Tablespoon of Culture Shock

The other week we had the opportunity to eat on the local Air Force base. The Air Force base is like America junior, where it has restaurants and things that you would find in America. On base there was a Macaroni Grill that we wanted to try out. Julia and I do not go out to eat much, but whenever we do we have always gone to a place that is not on an Army post, but a regular German restaurant. Julia and I had become accustomed to the way of German dining. Let me give you an idea of German dining. In German restaurants there are rarely any hostesses, but it is find a table that looks good and have a seat. If all the tables are taken, go find a table that has extra seats and sit next to someone you don’t know and eat next to them. When your waitress comes to get your order and drink order they usually seem like they are annoyed that you are there. There are no free refills, even on water, in German restaurants so drink slow, and make sure you don’t have a spicy meal or you will be in trouble. If you ask for anything extra don’t expect to get a nice smile, but an annoyed scowl. They do not work on tips so they are not scared to make anyone upset. If you find anything wrong with your food, like a hair, don’t think it’s going to be a freebee, you’ll be brought the dish remade while the other person’s food gets cold. After experiencing German restaurant culture and now being able to get a taste of American restaurant culture was a culture shock. A hostess brought us to our table and our waitress greeted us with her name and a smile. Then we ordered drinks and I asked if they were free refills, she assured me they were and I had to have the waitress reaffirm me that the ice tea had free refills. I took full advantage of this thing called “free refills”. I had 4 refills on my ice tea, as I sucked them back faster than she could refill it. She continued to refill our bread until our meals came and she asked us how the food was. At the end of our eating she came and boxed up our left over food for us and did not scowl at the fact that I was taking it home with me. I had never left a restaurant more gleeful in my life. I was in culture shock, I thought in my mind, “they like me, they really like me.” After we left I thought about what other things I will face in culture shock when I go back to America; Heating more than one room, saying “nice to meet you” to someone after you meet them, awful American drivers who don’t know how to use the passing lane. It’s always interesting when you live in another culture and you start getting used to it, I know with our waning weeks in Germany we are going to start thinking about all that we are going to miss.