When I was a little tyke I heard a story that I loved—the race between the tortoise and the hare (that’s a turtle and a rabbit if you’re not too literary).
I think they even did a Bugs Bunny cartoon about it.
The rabbit explodes off the starting line leaving the poor old turtle struggling along in a dust cloud.
Old Bugs gets so far ahead that he knows he’s got plenty of time to finish so he decides a little siesta is in order.While he’s putting up zzzzzzzzzzzz’s the turtle rumbles slowly by and wins the race. The rabbit awakes just in time to realize his mistake, but even though he streaks to the finish line, the steady turtle still beats him.
I never liked turtles.
My favorite football team played a game like that recently. Way ahead at the half, they must have decided to take the second half off, because the other team played like my team wasn’t there and eked out a win. My heart was broken.
I even saw a speedy king in the Bible who won his race but was staggering at the end.
Few other kings in the Bible started out like Hezekiah. He also finished with a report card that few others could match. Continue reading