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Persistence Pays Off

Did you know that it took Thomas Edison thousands of failed experiments over decades before he invented a long-lasting incandescent light bulb that revolutionized the world? He never stopped trying, he never saw himself a failure.  His persistence paid off.

Did you know that over a span of thirty years, Abraham Lincoln repeatedly failed at business, love and politics before becoming the President of the United States?  He never stopped trying, he never saw himself a failure.  His persistence paid off.

It seems to me that persistence has become like a dirty word nowadays.  Many people throw in the towel before they even start, thinking whatever task is before them is simply too difficult to overcome.  There’s a lot of folks that, once beaten down, never get up again.  They lose hope and give up trying.  Persistence is no longer part of their vocabulary, if it ever was.

I’m here to tell you that persistence pays off as much today as it did in Lincoln and Edison’s time.  If you’re buried in debt, guys like David Ramsey are there to help.  If you’re dealing with diabetes, food addiction or cancer, guys like Dr. Neal Barnard are there to help.  If you struggle in your relationship with God, the Spiritual Exercises  and spirituality of St. Ignatius of Loyola can be of great help.  You might even find this blog to be of some assistance 🙂

We have to stop throwing in the towel, thinking all is lost and nothing is worth fighting for. The transformations we so desire will never occur if we give up.  If we ever want to achieve our goals, hopes and dreams, we have to get up, dust ourselves off, and get moving.

It’s true, we may do just that and fail once again.  But the key to success is that make another attempt.  Eventually, our persistence will pay off.

Here’s a great poem for you to ponder:

THE RACE

“Quit, give up, you’re beaten”

They shout at you and plead

“There’s just too much against you

This time you can’t succeed”.

And as I start to hang my head

In front of failures face

My downward fall is broken by

The memory of a race

And hope refills my weakened will

As I recall that scene

Or just the thought of that short race

Rejuvenates my being

children’s race, young boys

Young men, how I remember well

Excitement sure, but also fear

It wasn’t hard to tell

They all lined up so full of hope

Each thought to win that race

Or tie for first, or if not that

At least take second place

The fathers watched from off the side

Each cheering for his son

And each boy hoped to show his dad

That he could be the one

The whistle blew and off they went

Young hearts and hopes afire

To win and be the hero there

Was each young boys desire

And one boy in particular

Whose dad was in the crowd

Was running near the lead and thought

“My dad will be so proud”

But as they speeded down the field

Across a shallow dip

The little boy who thought to win

Lost his step and slipped

Trying hard to catch himself

With hands flew out to brace

And amid the laughter of the crowd

He fell flat on his face

But as he fell his dad stood up

And showed his anxious face

Which to the boy so clearly said

“Get up and win the race”

He quickly rose, no damage done

Behind a bit that’s all

And ran with all his night and mind

To make up for the fall

So anxious to restore himself

To catch up and to win

His mind went faster than his legs

He slipped and fell again

He wised then that he had quit before

With only one disgrace

“I’m hopeless as a runner now

I shouldn’t try to race”

But in the laughing crowd he searched

And found his fathers face

That steady look which said again

“Get up and win the race”

So up he jumped to try again

Ten yards behind the last

If I’m going to gain those yards he though

I’ve got to move real fast

Exerting everything he had

He regained eight or ten

But trying hard to catch the lead

He slipped and fell again

Defeat, he lay there silently

A tear dropped from his eye

There’s no sense running anymore

Three strikes, I’m out, why try?

The will to rise had disappeared

All hope had fled away

So far behind so error prone

A loser all the way

“I’ve lost, so what”, he thought

I’ll live with my disgrace

But then he thought about his dad

Whom soon he’d have to face

“Get up” the echo sounded low

“Get up” and take your place

You were not meant for failure here

“Get up”, and win the race

With borrowed will “Get up” it said

“You haven’t lost at all”

For winning is no more than this

To rise each time you fall

So up he rose to run once more

And with a new commit

He resolved, that win or lose

At least he shouldn’t quit

So far behind the others now

The most he’d ever been

Still he’d give it all he had

And run as though to win

Three times he’d fallen, stumbling

Three times he’d rose again

Too far behind to hope to win

He still ran to the end

They cheered the winning runner

As he crossed the line first place

Head high and proud and happy

No falling, no disgrace

But when the fallen youngster

Crossed the line, last place

The crowd gave him the greater cheer

For finishing the race

And even though he came in last

With head bent low, unproud

You would have thought he’d won the race

To listen to the crowd

And to his dad he sadly said

“I didn’t do too well”

“To me you won”, his father said

“You rose each time you fell”

by D. H. Groberg

Don’t give up!  He’s making all things new!

By seedthrower1

I'm passionate about helping people realize that God wants to make something new of them and bring about a permanent transformation in their lives: body, mind, and spirit.

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