Years ago, there was an unforgettable horse named
Sunday Silence. The reality is that Sunday Silence should have been dead –
twice. As a young colt, Sunday Silence contracted a deadly case of
colic. Colts with colic rarely survive. Sunday Silence got colic as
colt, yet he somehow managed to survive.
Due to his prior medical condition, Sunday Silence
was put up for sale at two separate auctions. However, no one wanted to
purchase a horse that either had colic or such an unsightly appearance. You
see, on top of his horrific health issues, Sunday Silence was nearly killed
when the driver of his trailer had a heart attack, which resulted in a terrible
traffic accident. Bottom-line: Sunday Silence was an unwanted and
unmarketable horse.
Eventually, a man named Charles Widdingham bought
Sunday Silence (sight unseen) for $25,000 because everything he had heard suggested to him
that Sunday Silence was a tough horse, a real survivor. At the age of 76, Charles was the oldest trainer to ever bring a
horse to The Kentucky Derby, but he entered that prestigious event anyway, only
to become the brunt of everyone’s jokes.
Even the jockey he had chosen, Pat Valenzuela, was
in semi-broken condition. He had only recently been rehabilitated from
drug abuse. So, the odds were heavily stacked against them. Most
people would not have wagered one dollar on that horse, his rider, or his
trainer.
Nevertheless, Charles and Pat kept faith and trained
Sunday Silence rigorously. They worked around the clock to get him ready
for the toughest race in the world. Of course, they were surrounded by
million-dollar horses with wealthy owners, possessing deep financial
pockets. And they were categorically dismissed, as an old fool, a young
punk drunk and a sickly unsightly horse.
The day of The Kentucky Derby finally
arrived. When the gun sounded and the horses bolted out of their gates, a
pitiful looking Sunday Silence (at first) wobbled back and forth, appearing to
be completely confused. But the gloating spectators overlooked one
important thing: Sunday Silence had heart.
All of a sudden, something strange and
unprecedented occurred. For reasons unknown to his startled critics,
Sunday Silence seemed to wake up –
and he raced down the track like a champion thoroughbred. It seemed that
he suddenly realized, ‘I’m in a big race…and I want to win!’
Sunday Silence shot down the track like a bolt of lightning, passed all of his
ungulate competitors, and won The Kentucky Derby that day – all because he had tremendous
heart.
Perhaps in your case, some have grossly
underestimated your worth or devalued your contribution. Please do not
allow your dream to be deterred or deferred by disapproving glances or
commentary. You know better. Wake
up! Put your entire being (body, soul and spirit) into the unique
assignment for which only YOU been positioned on this planet. No, it is
definitely not too late. Start seeing (TODAY) what GOD had in mind for
you long before the foundation of the world. Write it down, meditate on
it, plan it and act on it. Then evaluate your progress, tweak your strategy,
and try again and again and again, until you succeed!
Sunday Silence silenced all
of his adversaries without speaking one word. His bold actions were the
loudest and clearest expression of his winning destiny. My friend, YOU have far more value and
capability than Sunday Silence. So come to life, stand up and get
moving; ask God for the measure of faith, wisdom and power that will put your
life into overdrive. Then, just do it.
Sisters and brothers, be continually blessed, and please (above all
else) MAKE SURE YOU ARE READY TO MEET OUR SOON COMING KING. Maranatha!
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