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Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever. Therefore I do not run like someone running aimlessly; I do not fight like a boxer beating the air. No, I strike a blow to my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize. 1 Corinthians 9:24-27

I’ve never been too keen on vigorous physical exercise. When I was at school we played football in the winter and cricket in the summer, and that was about it. As an adult I have belonged to both a table-tennis club and a badminton club, though never much good at either, and even taught myself to sort-of swim. But as for an hour in a gym, or serious jogging – er, no thanks.

But I certainly respect people who keep fit by putting their bodies under extreme pressure: the kind of people Paul is talking about in 1 Corinthians 9 who “compete in the games” and who “go into strict training” in order to succeed.

In the Roman world, of course, there was no football or cricket or the many other sports and athletic activities that we take for granted; but there certainly was “the games”. Exactly what they consisted of I don’t really know – my knowledge is based purely on films or books, in which they generally look pretty cruel and bloody – but from what Paul says it seems as if running and boxing were staple ingredients. (I wonder if Paul actually attended the games himself. Can you picture him sitting in the crowds? If he did it enables us to see him – this great missionary, preacher, teacher, letter-writer - in an interesting new light, I think.)

His purpose in these verses is simple. He is tossing to the Christians of Corinth a challenge about how seriously they take their living out of this wonderful Christian life. Are they prepared, as we might say today, to bust a gut in order to succeed; or are they content to stroll along with a minimum of effort?

It’s a challenge we all need to direct at ourselves from time to time, so let me spell it out: just how serious am I about following Jesus? The young man who led me to faith as a 15-year old used to speak of being “on fire for Christ”, a description which certainly fitted him, though I doubt if he would lay claim to it. That’s the kind of person, in my mind’s eye, that Paul is talking about.

Various questions come to mind…

First: why should I be serious about my walk with God?

The most basic answer is that anything that is worthwhile in this life is worth taking seriously. You might have a gift for tiddlywinks and long for its inclusion in the Olympics so that you can one day win a medal. Well, good for you - though rather you than me! But you won’t make any progress if you don’t devote hours every day to tiddlywinks practice. As for playing the piano or writing books or gaining a job qualification – well, no comment is necessary.

There are people who devote themselves whole-heartedly to things which, in the context of eternity, are trivial, like accumulating large sums of money (you can’t take it with you when you die, after all), or gaining positions of power (what will you do with it when you get it?), or getting access to every conceivable pleasure under the sun (what happens when it all goes stale and no longer yields satisfaction?).

Just comparing our allegiance to Jesus with such examples is well-nigh blasphemous. But it makes the point. He is the epitome of love, compassion and power. He gave his very life for us by dying an agonising death. What aspiration in this earthly life could be higher or greater than the desire to be like him? Who or what could be worth more? We only live on this earth once, so what emptiness it must mean to get near the end and look back shaking our heads and thinking “What a waste!”

Second: What does Paul mean in practice by these athletic-like exertions? It all seems very hard work!

I’m sure professional athletes gain real satisfaction from a training session satisfactorily completed – but they won’t necessarily have enjoyed every minute. And the same thing is true for our building of the Christian life. Much of what is involved – and required – seems like pretty bread-and-butter stuff - commitment to, and involvement in, an ordinary local church; nourishing our spiritual appetite day by day on the reading of scripture and the practice of prayer; offering such gifts and talents as we have to some form of social service or even Christian ministry.

Sometimes that kind of commitment can seem like sheer slog. Times when the last thing we feel like doing is praying or reading that next chapter of Leviticus. And when going to church on Sunday holds little or no appeal. What at first seemed exciting and fresh every day seems to have palled and lost its appeal.

Is this because we have taken our eyes off Jesus and lost our way spiritually? Well, yes, it may be so  – and our task then is to search our hearts with complete honesty and start again. But not necessarily: even the finest Christians testify to “dry times” when spiritual realities, and even God himself, seem far, far away.

This is when that note of discipline comes to our rescue. All right, we might read the Bible out of duty, but who ever said that was wrong? We may pray from a list of known needs that has slowly built up over many years, rather than spontaneously, but who ever said that was wrong? Let’s just ensure that our duty is a loving, willing duty.

We need to remind ourselves that duties undertaken with little relish can, in time, wonderfully blossom into joys.

Father, forgive me for those times when I fail you and settle for second or third best, or even worse. Please help me to be ruthless with sin and to show my love for Jesus through glad and whole-hearted devotion. Amen.

Lord, my heart’s desire unto Thine is bent./ I aspire to a full consent. Amen. George Herbert (1593-1633)