When I was younger, I used to walk in the pasture with Daddy. Sometimes it was just us, but more often the whole family would be along. We might be checking the pea patch, looking for a Christmas tree or just walking up to the woods to check things out.
What I remember most are the tall grasses and briars that he’d pull back out of the way, and if I were close enough on his heels, I wouldn’t get hit with them. Dawdle, and he might have moved on to the next clump of them, leaving me to find my own way through.
So, I’d do my best to mimic his large steps. I’d take my shorter legs and fire up all my energy to step just as very far as I could.
I spent many an afternoon following in his footsteps.
In many ways I’m still trying to figure out how to do that. My physical legs are a lot longer, but my spiritual legs and my legs of courage still have some growing to do. So I follow in the footsteps of giants who’ve walked before me: parents, grandparents, other relatives, friends.
They are, in my mind, those who make up the great cloud of witnesses who surround me as I run my race — my own personal Hall of Fame of faith.
Hebrews 12:1 says: “Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.”
Ready. Set. Go.