I'm sitting on a weight machine at the Y, catching my breath, feeling the strain of my workout which is almost over, when Hoss, the biggest mass of muscle I've ever seen in person, the MASTER trainer approaches.
"I'm wearing down, Hoss," I say.
(Imagine a thick Dominican accent) "But you have to keep going," he says.
"I know. I'll finish."
"You have to. It's like the Bible and Jesus. You have to follow through or you're gonna be in trouble. Oooh, baby, you don't want that." He shudders with big eyes and I smile.
No, I don't, Hoss. I don't. I will press on.
. . . Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead, I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us.