Finishing Is All That Matters

I can remember the evening Chris walked into my office. He was dressed in black and his hair was long and unkempt. His very presence exuded rebellion.
Chris professed to be an atheist, hated the church and used drugs as an escape. To say Chris was a drug addict wouldn't be quite accurate; he was addicted to feeling good. He didn't seem to care about any certain drug, he just didn't want to feel bad.
I wish I could say that by the time he left me he was a Christian and high on Jesus instead of drugs, but that wouldn't be the truth. Through our conversations he did stop professing atheism and began to share is frustration with the "plastics" at church. He admitted God was there but was still struggling with making a commitment to Christ. (He didn't want to be like everyone else.)
Chris left me for rehab; I was only there to walk with him on a portion of his journey to the cross. There were many others before and after me! I remember the Sunday morning he found me in the church parking lot to tell me he had accepted Christ as his Savior. You couldn't pry the smile from his face!
It wasn't many months after that day when I heard the news that Chris had been diagnosed with cancer. My heart broke. "Not Chris," I thought, "Not this teenager who ran to drugs to mask his pain. How will he handle this?" I began to pray; along with many, many others.
A few months ago Chris returned one of my phone calls. We met for lunch where I anticipated I would spend time building him up and encouraging him. I sat there in amazement as Chris testified for over an hour about how incredible his life was. He looked at me and said, "I don't know if I have two hours, two days, two weeks, two months, two years or twenty years. All I know is that whatever my lifetime is, I am to spend it glorifying God!"
I looked at him across the table and said, "You are my hero!" He just smiled and blushed.
Chris went to be with our Lord on the Eve of Easter 2009. He never faltered in his faith! He finished his race; his earthly lifetime was over. One of my heros is gone from the face of the earth.
Chris wasn't my hero because he used to do drugs and became a Christian. He was my hero because this young man in his late teens, this baby Christian, faced such pain and adversity that would send most people to curse God in such a manor that he earned my respect and admiration.
It was how he finished the race that won my heart. Amid all his imperfections he stood before God on Easter morning and heard those words I long to hear from Jesus, "Well done my good and faithful servant!"
Way to go, Chris! Great finish! I'll see you later!
Johnny Walker is a Christian Counselor and the founder of Family Works Counseling.
Chris professed to be an atheist, hated the church and used drugs as an escape. To say Chris was a drug addict wouldn't be quite accurate; he was addicted to feeling good. He didn't seem to care about any certain drug, he just didn't want to feel bad.
I wish I could say that by the time he left me he was a Christian and high on Jesus instead of drugs, but that wouldn't be the truth. Through our conversations he did stop professing atheism and began to share is frustration with the "plastics" at church. He admitted God was there but was still struggling with making a commitment to Christ. (He didn't want to be like everyone else.)
Chris left me for rehab; I was only there to walk with him on a portion of his journey to the cross. There were many others before and after me! I remember the Sunday morning he found me in the church parking lot to tell me he had accepted Christ as his Savior. You couldn't pry the smile from his face!
It wasn't many months after that day when I heard the news that Chris had been diagnosed with cancer. My heart broke. "Not Chris," I thought, "Not this teenager who ran to drugs to mask his pain. How will he handle this?" I began to pray; along with many, many others.
A few months ago Chris returned one of my phone calls. We met for lunch where I anticipated I would spend time building him up and encouraging him. I sat there in amazement as Chris testified for over an hour about how incredible his life was. He looked at me and said, "I don't know if I have two hours, two days, two weeks, two months, two years or twenty years. All I know is that whatever my lifetime is, I am to spend it glorifying God!"
I looked at him across the table and said, "You are my hero!" He just smiled and blushed.
Chris went to be with our Lord on the Eve of Easter 2009. He never faltered in his faith! He finished his race; his earthly lifetime was over. One of my heros is gone from the face of the earth.
Chris wasn't my hero because he used to do drugs and became a Christian. He was my hero because this young man in his late teens, this baby Christian, faced such pain and adversity that would send most people to curse God in such a manor that he earned my respect and admiration.
It was how he finished the race that won my heart. Amid all his imperfections he stood before God on Easter morning and heard those words I long to hear from Jesus, "Well done my good and faithful servant!"
Way to go, Chris! Great finish! I'll see you later!
Johnny Walker is a Christian Counselor and the founder of Family Works Counseling.


