Don't Miss the Deadline

Another thing I’ve found when running a race

is that there is a deadline,

a time at which you can no longer choose to run that race.

If you miss the deadline, forget about that race,

it isn’t happening.

In life, there are many other deadlines that we often let pass.

My dad always wanted to go to a farm show,

but sadly he allowed the opportunities to pass

and one day old age caught up with him.

He could no longer make that choice.

I, myself, have missed some deadlines

because some opportunities only happen once

and if you pass up that chance,

it won’t come around again.

Some prospects aren’t worth losing.

Chances to play with your children,

to care for an ailing parent,

to spend time with a friend or child.

The time will come

when those occasions to pour into them will pass,

is it worth missing those times for a job, a hobby, or a new toy?

The same is true spiritually,

there will come a time

when you will no longer be allowed to choose Christianity.

The time to get in the race is now.

Don’t assume that there will be time later.

You may find that you’ve wasted too much time

and the time has run out.

The good news is that, if you are breathing, there is time.

You may have a chance tomorrow to make that choice,

but is it worth the risk? Eternity is at stake.

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