Therefore let us draw near with confidence to the throne of grace, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need. Hebrews 4:5
I never cared for Physical Education classes when I was in High School. I loved to play baseball and basketball, but I was not what you would consider athletic by any stretch of the imagination. I think because P.E. wasn't "fun" to me. We were constantly running, jumping, or exercising of some type. I really thought it was a waste of my time. I spent most of my time during those classes day dreaming about other things and wishing I was somewhere else at the time. Perhaps if I had been a star High School Football or Basketball Player things might have been different, but there was never any danger of that happening so it was agony for me each day of P.E. class.
I remember one particular class we were scheduled to be visited by a "special exercise guest." You just can't get much more exciting than that. I just knew that we were finally going to do something fun or meet some famous athlete. We made our way from the P.E. Locker room and arrived out on the ball field only to be greeted by a local ROTC Drill Sergeant standing in front of a wooden wall with a rope hanging from the top. You've seen them in movies involving soldiers and their training. The goal is to run towards the wall; grab the rope; and pull yourself and climb up the wall and over. My excitement turned to horror. I knew my turn was coming and I would have to attempt the wall but, at that moment, I would have rather gone to the Dentist. I knew I couldn't climb that wall. I could barely do pull-ups on the high bar, much less climb a wall while holding a rope. Sure enough, my turn came. I ran. I pulled. I climbed. I fell. Just as predicted.
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