For Faith-Olympians

Whether our 'fight/race' takes us to the Olympics, Ottawa,

across the world or close to home, the ultimate finish line is the same!

Face to face with He who is the author and perfecter of Faith!

This is not for nothing

This race of faith we run

For all who remain faithful

Will hear God say 'well done'

Though full of test and trouble

This race of faith we run

Is for the joy still waiting

When God will say 'well done'

Then, though we may grow weary

We spur each other on

So we may all be present

To hear God say, 'well done' 

Could any Prize be sweeter

After faith's race is run

Than to behold faith's author

And hear Him say, 'well done'

Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses,

 let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us,

 and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us,

  2looking unto Jesus, the [a]author and [b]finisher of our faith, 

who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, 

despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.

Heb.12:1-2

In the Olympics, competitors see the finish-line or at least its proximity...

not so with faith; faith is certain of what it cannot see!

Heb.11:1

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for,

the evidence of things not seen....

2 Corinthians 4:18

So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen.

For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.

Let Us Run by Alex MacQueen (Sung by Christina Macmillan)

Oh God, you know our first impulse is not to honor You

Human nature is not humbly inclined to pray things through

Faith is the substance of things hoped for before we receive

Where we would rather touch, taste, see, hear, smell, than just believe

To keep desire tamed and tuned to righteousness and peace

Requires us to seek You first for love’s faultless increase

The Mystery of things not seen confuses and deceives

If first impulse prevails and doubts You rather than believes

The greatest of these, love, adapts to every shape and size

Where the race set before us does not guarantee the prize

The Author and Perfecter of faith helps us to achieve

The victory only if we love, obey and believe

Oh God, You know our first impulse inclines to vindicate

When confronted with evil injustice of greed and hate

Help us to love our enemies lest we Thy Spirit grieve

For the joy set before us let us endure and believe

Let faith fuel in us an Olympian energy 

To run toward the Evidence we know but cannot see

God, free us from the sin that would a worldly view perceive

Fuel us with the certainty You give when we believe 

© Janet Martin