Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us,--Hebrews 12:1

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

So Long 2013...

Today is it, the final day of the year of our Lord, 2013. There are no more miles to run or races to enter in this year that's coming to a close. Jesus Christ has blessed me this year, including the 6.2 mile run that I entered this morning into the last blank on my 2013 mileage log. Not everything went as planned or as hoped, in my running and in some other aspects of our ministry, but there's no doubt that God's will was accomplished and He had his hand on us throughout 2013.

"The Lord gives strength to his people; the Lord blesses his people with peace." ~ Psalm 29:11

Running

To say I was blessed in my running is really an understatement. It was an absolutely awesome year for running. When today's run was entered in the mileage log, 2013 total mileage came to 1859! It was a year without injury too, and the mileage would have been significantly higher except that I didn't run much for 60 days while I went through the Insanity workout program. Even with that lull in running, it comes to an average 35.75 miles per week, not too far from the 40 miles per week I try to average.

Jesus got me through to the finish of 13 races, including three full marathons, three half marathons, a 15K, two 10K's, an 8K, a 4-miler, and two 5K's. There would have been 14 races with four half marathons, but St. Jude was canceled this month due to an ice storm. And I would have added another race to the total except that I managed my first DNF at the Full mOOn 50K in July.

Even those setbacks presented opportunities. I knew at the time I was running Full mOOn for the wrong reasons, more for my own glory than for God's. When I dropped out at mile 23, I wasn't sure I'd ever try it again. But as I've looked back and prayed about it, I've come to the realization that I have to go back. This time though, it has to be for the right reason, for God's glory and not mine. It was around 7 PM the night before St. Jude when we got word the race was canceled. I had already driven to Memphis, picked up my packet, and was eating with friends when we all received the text we hoped would never come. But again, the disappointment turned to opportunity. The next day I met at the start line with about 50 others for what I thought would be a 5 - 6 mile run to the hospital. We ended up running the half course. Again, it was opportunity to run when you weren't supposed to be able to run, to show that all things are possible with God.

I'm really grateful for this gift of running and the opportunities God gives me serve him with this gift.

Fundraising

We fell short of our goals here this year, goals we set a little lofty in retrospect. We started the year hoping to raise $2500 each for St. Jude, Arkansas Children's Hospital, and Soaring Wings Ranch. As of today, our donors gave $1447.98 to St. Jude, $1810 to ACH, and $1060 to Soaring Wings. Still significant, but not what we hoped. We have to give a big thank you to Dylan and Delaina Whitehead who gave a lot and tried to generate traction for our fundraising efforts. After much praying on the matter, searching for God's will, I'm about convinced that it's time for us to scale back our efforts in this part of the ministry. We'll still raise funds, but will be cutting back to only one charity to support in 2014. We'll continue to pray about it as we move through the New Year and adjust again next year if that's what God tells us to do.

Sharing the Good News of Jesus Christ

We didn't get in as many long races this year as we did in 2012 and that gave us fewer opportunities to share at races. Still, we continue to wear Running with Amanda shirts to the races with Bible verses on the back. We had new long sleeve shirts made this year with Isaiah 40:31 on the back. All our other shirts have Philippians 4:13 emblazoned across the back. We also continue to share the blessings we receive from God online, here on this blog, on Facebook, and some on Twitter. Right now I'm praying about a new idea to improve this part of our ministry in 2014. One thing's for sure, without the hope that comes from the promises of eternal life with Jesus Christ when our time here is done, there is no way we could have made it this far.

Remembering Amanda Marie Allison

From the time Amanda was killed, one of my biggest fears has been that she will be forgotten. I am so blessed God has led us to this ministry that keeps her memory alive. Every race reminds me why I do this and who led to our ministry. I still see old friends posting on her Facebook page. From time to time, her friends still send me messages, always reminding me that Amanda is remembered, that her life counted for something, and that her death was not in vain.

I hope that everyone had a great 2013, and I'm looking forward to all that Jesus Christ has planned for us in 2014. I pray that God will continue to use us to accomplish His will and that our actions will bring Him glory. May God bless each and every one of you and may you have a safe and happy New Year.




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Saturday, December 28, 2013

Don't Drink and Drive this Holiday Season!

Here we are again, ushering out the calendar year that's nearly over and ushering in the New Year. 2013 is nearly expired and 2014 is about to begin. But this week, between Christmas and New Years, brings lots of time off for many folks and lots of parties too.

I've written over and over again that I believe if Amanda's killer would have been sober, she would still be alive. Instead, he was drunk and stoned. Now she's dead and he's in prison. Too often, partying seems fun until the party ends in tragedy. So this is your annual year-end warning from me to teenagers everywhere, STAY SOBER!

This year, I'm posting a drinking and driving video from the UK that I believe does about as good a job as anything I've seen to illustrate the death and destruction caused by substance abuse. It's very, very graphic, but it certainly communicates the message I want to convey here.

"Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour." ~ 1 Peter 5:8





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Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Merry Christmas to All!



Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas! Please remember the reason for this holiday. It's not to boost retail sales so numbers look good at the end of the year. It's not to get or even give presents. It's not even about getting together with family. It's to celebrate the birth of the Savior of the world, our Savior.

2013 years ago, the One and Only God in Heaven sent His Only Son to live, teach, suffer, die, and be resurrected, so that our sins can be forgiven and we can spend eternity with Him in Heaven. Jesus Christ, the Way, the Truth, and the Light, the one and only path to an eternal life in Heaven, and the one and only path to avoid an eternity in hell.

Whatever you do today, however you choose to celebrate, remember what it is you're celebrating. Jesus Christ, Immanuel, Son of God, our Savior.



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Sunday, December 22, 2013

Another Gone Too Young: RIP Abrah Morris (1994 -- 2013)

NOTE: This post has been edited. My goal here was to honor Abrah's memory, not to offend or hurt anyone. Because some have let me know that parts of this post upset them, I have deleted those parts. Again, the intent here was to honor and remember Abrah, not to hurt anyone.


Seems like this story is repeating itself way too often these days. Another young lady I knew, a Vilonia High School graduate from the class of 2012, passed away last week. She was the fifth young person I've known to be taken from this earth way too young in the past 3 years.

Too many. Too young. Too soon.

The saddest thing to me is that if you didn't know Abrah, and you weren't connected to her or her friends on social media, you'd never even know she passed. You wouldn't even know she lived. So very, very sad that a beautiful young lady like her can be taken from us and so many people never even notice.

There's been no newspaper article, no story from any online news service, and no TV story. Nothing. A Google search of her name reveals little more than her social media accounts. Not one mention anywhere that her life was taken when she was struck by a car last week.

Though I don't know all the details of the accident that ended her life, I want to remember Abrah here, because I want her remembered, and because she should be remembered.
" 25 I know that my redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand on the earth. 26 And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God;" ~ Job 19:25-26

I didn't know Abrah until her junior year of high school. That was the year Amanda was killed. Amanda's death opened doors for me to talk with and get to know lots of students in ways never before possible. I got to know a lot of kids who came to me to discuss things.

I can't remember if she first approached me, or if I first approached her. There were many times that year when I saw kids who were obviously upset walking down the hall and stopped them to talk. There were also many times kids who were upset came to me and initiated a conversation. Whichever way I first met Abrah isn't so important, but we began to talk regularly at school and that's how I came to know her.

By the end of that year, it didn't look like Abrah would graduate. But over the summer things changed and she returned in the fall and thrived! At the end of the first 9 weeks in her senior year, she brought me her report card. Straight A's! I asked her if I could make a copy of it, and hung it on my bulletin board. When the semester ended, she made all A's again, and again she let me copy it and hang it on my board. This beautiful, troubled young lady who I had so recently thought would never graduate started out her senior year with perfect grades!

Those report cards continue to hang on my board to this day, have ever since I first placed them there. When I learned she was gone, I pulled them down and all our talks, all her excitement, and all her success from those happier days came to mind. All were gone now, history.

One of the first things I thought when I learned she was gone was, "I don't even know if she was saved." In all our talks, I often mentioned God and tried to explain to her how faith in Jesus Christ kept me going, but I never just straight up asked her, "Are you saved? Do you know where you'll spend eternity?" That worried me a lot. I wanted to KNOW that when I die, I'll see her again. I learned later that Abrah had told others she was saved, and that gave me comfort.

But before I heard that, I asked a friend who had been a youth minister if he ever had to preach a funeral for someone who wasn't sure if they were saved. In the discussion that followed, he said something that struck me. "One thing everyone knows the instant they pass, whether they're saved or not saved, is that there is a Heaven and there is a Hell, and the only way to Heaven is through Jesus Christ." I believe, too, that anyone who passes from this earth, even the unsaved when they are confronted with that undeniable truth, is they would want everyone on earth to know that Heaven, Hell, God, and Jesus Christ are all real, so that everyone they knew, those they loved and those they didn't, would never have to suffer the fires of Hell.

We like to think we can tell who around us will ascend to Heaven when they die, and who will descend to Hell. But Jesus even addressed this to let us know we don't and won't know.
"Not everyone who says to Me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ shall enter the kingdom of heaven, " ~ Matthew 7:21a

The truth is, only me and God can know for sure if I'm going to Heaven when I die. Only He and I can know without a doubt if I truly believe, if I've truly trusted Him, and if I am truly saved. Only He and I. This verse tells me there are many the world believes will enter the kingdom of Heaven who will be turned away at the seat of judgment. So to me it seems plausible there are those who most think won't be in Heaven who actually will.
"...For it is the one who is least among you all who is the greatest." ~ Luke 9:48b

I still can't be sure about anybody really. There's not one on this earth who I can say with certainty whether they'll spend eternity in Heaven or Hell, not one except myself. And there's not one on this earth who can with certainty say that I'll go to Heaven or to Hell. As much as we'd like to think we know, as much as we'd like to be sure, it's impossible. But when Jesus says the least is the greatest, to me that means there are those we aren't sure about who have trusted Him and will see the glory of Heaven.

I take comfort knowing that Abrah told others she was saved. And I think she wants everyone, everyone she knew and even those she didn't, to join her when it's their time to leave this earth.

So how do we go on from here?

That's a question I asked myself when Amanda was killed too. It's a question that comes when we realize that death can come so unexpectedly, with no warning whatsoever. It's a question that comes with the reality that we cannot truly protect those we love and those we care about. We can't keep them safe 100% of the time. So how can we keep going?

The answer I found was Jesus Christ. His promise that we will see those we love, those who died in Christ, when it's our time to go, that promise, is enough to keep me going. And while we have no way to bring Abrah back, back so she can reach her dreams, back so she can achieve her goals, we do have Jesus Christ and He gives us a way to fulfill her hope that she will be remembered, that her life will mean something to others now that she's gone.

You see, I believe we all have that hope, the hope that we made a difference while we were here. We all, each and every one of us have an opportunity to help make sure Abrah lives on. We have an opportunity to make sure her life counts for something more, that much good is accomplished because she lived. Jesus Christ gives us that opportunity. Jesus Christ is that opportunity.

Like I said before, I never point blank asked Abrah if she knew Jesus Christ as her Savior. That's something I regret now, and something I don't want to regret ever again in the future for another person I know. I want to remember Abrah every time I meet someone and have the opportunity to ask. I want to share the Good News of salvation through Jesus Christ with everyone I meet who hasn't heard it. If you know Christ as your Savior, please share. Tell others and think of Abrah when you do it. If even one person is saved from eternal damnation and the fires of Hell because Abrah's story motivated somebody to tell someone about Jesus Christ, then her life counted for more...more than so many others who lived longer.

If you don't already know Jesus Christ as your Savior, you can help make sure Abrah lives on and is not forgotten. Let her story, her short life, motivate you to surrender your life to the Lord today! None of us is promised tomorrow. If we knew the hour of our death, or the hour of the death of those we care about, we'd make sure to get things right with God before we go. But we don't know when, and there's no guarantee we'll get another chance. So let Abrah's story convince you that now is the time to step up and hand your life over to Jesus. All you have to do is admit you're a sinner, accept and believe that Jesus Christ is who He says He is and came to live, teach, suffer, and die for all of our sins, acknowledge your sins, confess them to the Lord, and repent, and ask Jesus to come into your heart and be Lord of your life.

None of us are perfect. Romans 3:23 tells us ALL have sinned and fallen short of what God expects. Not one of us is good enough to earn our way into Heaven. Salvation isn't something we can earn. It's a gift from God, made possible by His sacrifice of His perfect, only Son for our sakes. In John 14:6, Jesus told us He is the only way to Heaven under the new covenant. The only way to Heaven is to believe He is who He said He is, and that He is the only way to eternal life. You don't have to stand before an assembly of men and list your sins one by one. But you do have to acknowledge them, confess them, and repent. That word, repent, is often misunderstood. It means to feel genuine remorse for wrongdoing. If you don't feel guilty when you do wrong, in other words if you're not honestly trying to turn from sin, you haven't gotten this part of the equation down. You've got to repent! In Luke 13:3, Jesus told His followers if they don't repent, they will perish! And finally, call on the name of Jesus, ask Him to be your Savior and Lord. Romans 10:13 says ALL who call on the name of the Lord shall be saved.

"I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent." ~ Luke 15:7

That's how you can help make sure Abrah's life means more, more than it otherwise would have. Let this tragedy motivate you to step up and accept Jesus Christ as your Savior and Lord. I believe with everything in me that Abrah wants you to. If you need help, there's a link to a prayer you can say at the end of this post. If you pray that prayer, and really mean every single word. If you truly follow the steps Jesus Christ laid out to receive salvation, and honestly believe in your heart that He is who He said and can do what He said, then you will be saved.

And, if Abrah's untimely passing is what motivates you to follow Christ, she will live on, and her legacy will be one all should seek to imitate. I hope and I pray that Abrah Morris will rest in peace, that she's safe in the arms of our Lord and Savior, and that others will come to know Jesus Christ because of her.




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Monday, December 9, 2013

With God, All Things Are Possible: St. Jude Weekend Recap

It started with winter storm Cleon (When did they start naming winter storms?). Ice and ridiculously cold temperatures caused traffic problems in the air and on the ground. On Facebook there was post after post after post of runners canceling their plans to make the trip to Memphis this weekend, but St. Jude was clinging to the hope that conditions wouldn't be so bad to have to cancel the race.

Before the recap, I want to address the way St. Jude handled the cancellation.

Anyone who has ever directed a race, or had a big part in its organization, has an idea what it takes to pull off an event like this. Most others don't. I've only directed one little 5K and it shocked me to learn how much time, effort, and energy it took to make it go...and I run these races all the time. So let me just say, for anyone still criticizing St. Jude for the way they handled everything, ST. JUDE COULD NOT HAVE DONE IT BETTER. They did end up canceling the race about 7 PM the night before, but in doing so, they did everything possible to accommodate runners and treat us with the utmost respect. To the organizers and race director, my sincere thanks and respect for the way you handled this, from start to finish. Janice and I will choose to donate our registration fees to the hospital, and we'll definitely be taking advantage of the opportunity to register for next year's races early. :)

Now for the recap!

Like I said, it started with the storm. Most sane people decided to stay home. I was not among them. Janice was. She tried for at least an hour to talk me out of making the trip. I mean, the weathermen and other media were making it sound like the next Ice Age was descending upon us. But I just promised to take it slow and easy. As I was loading the vehicle, she posted on Facebook, "Would someone please tell John Allison he's an idiot? He won't believe me." Needless to say, she got several people to agree, but I wouldn't be swayed. I decided, if God didn't want me to run this race, He would stop me before I got to Memphis.
"Jesus looked at them and said, 'With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.' " ~ Matthew 19:26

So off I went!

I'd originally planned to head north to Bald Knob, AR and cross over to Memphis on highway 64, but a friend had texted me to say they tried that way and turned around. So I headed south out of Cabot toward I 40. Here's a picture showing what the 15 miles of roads looked like from Cabot to the interstate. Mostly slush in the ruts. Never slid a bit, but took it slow, about 30 - 35 mph on this part of the journey.



When I got to the interstate, I was pleasantly surprised. Traffic wasn't bad and the lanes on the road were just wet with slush in the middle of the lanes. It was 45 - 50 mph, only because the slush tried to grab you when you were changing lanes, for the first 20 miles or so, then things got progressively better as we headed east. The construction at Forrest City that originally made me want to take 64 was no issue at all. We breezed through it. After Forrest City, it was 65 mph all the way to Memphis. Here's a pic of the interstate when I got on at Lonoke, and it only got better as we worked our way east.



I made it to Memphis and checked into the hotel. I was a little late making reservations and ended up booking a room at the Quality Inn on Camilla St. With taxes and all, I paid around $82 for a comfortable room about 2 miles from the finish line. I enjoyed it and will probably stay there next year too.

I headed to the Expo with plans to pick up my packet and several others, then meet my Loco friends (not an insult, but the name of a running club) for a pre-race dinner. Compared to other races of this size, the Expo was abandoned. I was picking up 10 packets and breezed through in a few minutes. So I headed back to the hotel before dinner.

The plan was to meet at Olive Garden at 5, but I was a little late. The crazy intersection at 240 and Poplar and the directions from Google Maps (If you're wondering, no, I don't own a GPS.) didn't seem to go together and it took me several minutes to wander around and eventually stumble on the restaurant. But I did and finally joined them around 5:20.

We had a great meal and some great fellowship. Some of these folks I see and train with from time to time, but most I only get to see at races. They're a great, fun bunch though, and I always enjoy spending time with them. Dinner ended on a let down though, when another friend called to say he was at the Expo and they just announced the race was canceled. :( At first, we all thought he was joking, but seconds later, we all started receiving texts with the same news. There would be no race on Saturday.

[I thought there was a picture of our pre-race dinner, but can't seem to find it anywhere. If I find it later, I'll post it here.]

Back at the hotel, I took advantage of the time I would have spent preparing for the race to grade some tests. I was also keeping an eye on the St. Jude Heroes Facebook page. Not exactly sure why, but it just seemed like something to do. That was when I read someone's post saying a group would be meeting at the start line Saturday morning at 8 AM to run to the St. Jude campus and back, about 5 or 6 miles. I looked at the course map and judged they'd be running straight there and back if that was the distance they planned to cover, but also spotted a way to stretch it out a little. I figured, if I get there a little early and get a couple of miles in before, then run with them, I could maybe get in 10 miles before heading back to Cabot.

So the next morning I dressed for the cold and headed for the start. When I arrived, there were already a couple of people running the streets. One had a St. Jude bib on. I headed out and managed about a mile and quarter before returning and a larger group was gathering. By 8 o'clock, there were probably 50 or so gathered and we stepped off. Here's a pic of a few of them.



We headed out, but not straight toward St. Jude. Instead, they headed out on the actual St. Jude course. So I followed. I ran the first couple of miles with a too fast group and fell back. For most of the rest of the way, I was in that sort of no man's land between the faster and the slower runners. The cold wasn't bad until we came alongside the river headed north. Then, that north wind was blowing straight into our faces and it got cold! I was glad to see Beale St. when we got there and head east again. Here's a pic from Riverside Dr, before we got to the river (it was too cold to get the phone out then).



We finally made it to Beale St. When we turned north again, we began to see other runners out and about. There were hundreds of us out there, running for St. Jude, even though the race had been canceled.



Continuing to follow the course, we crossed under I 40 and passed the pyramid. Not sure if you can tell from this pic, but its sides were covered in ice. I thought that was pretty cool. We were almost to St. Jude.



After the pyramid, it was a right turn and straight toward St. Jude. This is what we raised money for. This is what we traveled for. This is what we were running for. This fantastic organization that helps so many kids, every single day!



The marathon route goes through the campus, in through one entrance and out another on the back side. We headed in the entrance, but found the gates locked where we usually go out. So we had to backtrack and go out the way we came in. Here, I heard a couple of people say they were headed back, but most went on around the campus to continue the course. I figured I'd follow them and return the way I'd originally planned.

Manassas St. That was where I'd planned to turn right and head back. But when I got there, dozens of people were continuing on the race course ahead of me. I looked at my watch, the distance, pace, and time, and decided to press on. We were keeping a good pace and I didn't have to check out of the hotel until 11.

I was still in that no man's land, with groups of runners in front of me and behind me, but nobody seeming to run my pace. From here on, I didn't know the course very well, so I worked to keep someone in sight. That worked well for a while because we were on a long, straight stretch. But just across from the Rhodes College campus, we turned right onto a paved trail on the back side of the zoo, a maze of trails really, and the St. Jude course wasn't marked on them.

Just past a downed tree across the trail was a fork, and I had no idea which way to go. That was when God blessed me with two local runners who were doing the full course. As they passed me, at a much faster pace than I was running, they told me which way to go. Now I sped up a bit to keep them in sight until we reached more familiar territory. Through the trails, through a park, and through the University of Memphis campus and we emerged on Poplar St. I knew from the maps, we'd follow this back to downtown.

All this way, and for the rest of the course, motorists laid on their horns and waved as they passed us. They knew what we were there for, and they showed their appreciation however they could. In that park I mentioned above, a man walking his dogs asked if I was running the marathon. When I told him I was doing the half, he said, "Good for you." Then, just before we left the UM campus, an older couple was standing beside the road cheering us on. The people of Memphis are very appreciative of runners who come to support St. Jude, and it was nice that several of them braved the freezing temps to show that gratitude.

Poplar St. carried us past miles 10 and 11 of the course, before we turned to head for the final approach on Union St. On this stretch, we passed the St. Jude Target House pictured below. Also pictured below is the 10 mile marker for the course.





Just past the 12 mile marker was another surprise. Understand, when I started this run, I thought I was going to do 5 - 7 miles and be done. So I made none of my usual long run preparations. No Body Glide, no water to carry, no gels for fuel. The race was canceled, so none of that stuff was available on the course either. Add in the extra that I'd done because I wasn't planning to run the half course, and I had logged 14 miles by this point. Granted, we started with single digit wind chill, but still, 14 miles is a long way to go with no water and no fuel. But here, just past the 12 mile marker on the course stood a man, who looked to be homeless, with only one arm and a case of bottled water by his feet. His outstretched arm held one bottle he was offering to me. A miracle from God? I think so.

I gladly took the bottle and took a couple of big swigs as I continued on toward the finish. Just ahead was the turn onto Union and I could see other runners disappear as they made it. It was nearly a mile to Autozone Park, and the end of this 15 mile journey. That last mile slipped by and, 2 hours and 17 minutes after I'd started, I arrived at Autozone Park. The gates were locked, so we couldn't cross the actual finish line, but my Garmin beeped 15 miles as I was running by the side entrance.

What had seemed so improbable to so many on Friday when I left, had come to pass. Officials couldn't guarantee us a safe race, so they had to cancel, but we managed to run the course. In what may have been the coldest run I've ever done, with sweat freezing in my beard and hair, my shirt and shorts freezing too, I went 15 miles at an average 9:11 pace, without fuel and water. To most sane people, it seemed impossible. And, in fact, with man it was.



But with God all things are possible, and I have no doubt it was Jesus Christ, the strength He breathed into us on Saturday, that made what was impossible to man, possible through Him. So thank You, Jesus! For getting me there. For getting me to the start line. And for getting me through to the finish.

One more thing before I close. Remember how I said how great St. Jude and the people of Memphis were? Well, I was on the way home when a friend tagged me in a photo on Facebook. The picture was originally posted on Memphis Runners Track Club page, then shared on the Arkansas RRCA page, then a friend tagged me so it showed up on my page. This is the photo that makes clear just how important this race is to the people touched by the great work done at St. Jude, year after year, month after month, week after week, and day after day.




It's kind of hard to read, but oh so worth the effort. I pray that God continues to bless the doctors, nurses, and especially the patients at St. Jude. And I pray that runners continue to descend upon Memphis the first Saturday in December every year until the end of time!

PS: You can still donate to St. Jude through our fundraising page by clicking HERE!

If you don't know Jesus as your personal savior, if you're missing the faith, hope, and love written about here, if you want the peace that we as Christians have in our lives, please visit our Got Jesus? page for step-by-step instructions on how to accept Jesus Christ as your personal Savior.