
In the spring of 1989, we had competed in eight track meets. In the spring of 1989, we had come in second eight times. Always the backup singer, and never the lead. Always the groomsmen and never the groom … you get the picture.
Or do you?
If you didn’t follow the ninth grade track scene in the Frontier Conference up in Northeast Oklahoma in the late 1980s, you might have no idea what I am talking about. OK, NONE OF YOU know what I am talking about … so let me explain.
I am referring to the Bartlesville Bruin ninth grade 2 mile relay team of 1989. I ran the opening leg on that relay team. We were good … just not as good as Jenks. We hated Jenks. They beat us every time. We had run against them in every meet all season, always taking home the silver medal. The final meet of the ninth grade season was held at Owasso High School, and Jenks would be there. This was officially glory’s last shot for our ragamuffin runners.
After a season of training and a string of narrow defeats, we were ready and motivated. We plastered the bus with handmade signs that said “Beat Jenks.” The ride down was filled with all the motivation my walkman could deliver – I don’t remember what I was listening to, but I am guessing Jon Bon Jovi was singing it. We were livin’ on a prayer …
By the time the race began, we were jacked up, and ready to roll. I ran the first leg and by the end of my second lap, we were in a dead heat with the favored Trojans. That’s when I handed the baton to my good friend (and team star) who took off like he was riding a motorcycle. By the time he finished his 800 meters, we had a 100 meter lead. Our third leg took the baton, and ran the race of his life. By the time he handed the baton to our anchor leg, our lead had ballooned to 150 meters! I am not exaggerating … we were celebrating, jumping around, and awaiting the coronation that soon would come: breaking the Jenks jinx and beating the Trojans when it mattered the most!
What happened next, I’ll never forget. OUR STAR ran second, but THEIR STAR ran last … and over the final 800 meters, he was gaining ground fast. With 100 meters left, we still had a 20 meter lead. We couldn’t lose it, could we? COULD WE?!?
Yes we could. Jenks beat us by a hundredth of a second at the final tape.
Did I ever get over it? Apparently not.
But the truth is, what happened to our anchor leg could have happened to any of us. We all had a race to run, and we are only as good as whoever eventually is holding the baton.
Now, I want to stop talking about ninth grade track to make an important spiritual point. There is a baton of truth that has been passed down through history from believer to believer since the time of Jesus. This truth ran through the Roman Empire, across the Dark Ages, emerging from the time of the Reformation, spanning the Enlightenment, Modern and Post-modern thought. This baton of truth has crossed oceans and ages and it now sits squarely in our hands. What are we to do with it?
We are to run with perseverance the race marked out for us, guarding the good deposit that has been entrusted to us … but we are also to pass along this truth to the next generation. While we wait for Christ’s return, we are in the process of passing on the baton of truth to those who follow us (today’s children and students). May we run a life modeling the truth, and may we pass the baton to a generation that will run farther and faster with Jesus than we have. After all, some day, the baton will be in their hands.
Let us not coast the last 2 laps of our life, but let us pour into the next generation the truth delivered to us.
At Wildwood, we talk about being “for the next generation following Jesus and living for His glory.” This is not just a slogan or a motto, but it is a VALUE we live out day after day. This Sunday in part 9 of our Deep + Wide sermon series, we will be looking at Acts 16:1-3, 2 Timothy 1:13-14, and 2 Timothy 2:2 to see Paul model baton passing to his child in the faith, Timothy. Looking forward to seeing you Sunday in our 8:30, 9:45, and 11:00 service. See you there … and bring friends!