Run in such a way as to get the prize.
—1 Corinthians 9:24
I see the lady several mornings a week, walking her dog; a funny looking greyhound.
There used to be a dog track south of town on I-45. Maybe that’s where she got her greyhound; some of them were put out for adoption when they were too old to race.
I’ve never asked her if her dog used to race. Never had a conversation with the dog about it either.
Fred Craddock claimed he had. He said the greyhound he talked to told him that he still had some race in him, but he decided to quit. When Fred asked him why, he said he found out that what he’d been chasing wasn’t a real rabbit; it was mechanical. All that running, running, running, and what he was chasing wasn’t even real.
What are you chasing?
Stay in the chase, but be sure what
you’re chasing is worth the chase.