WAKE UP!

WAKE UP!

 Some years ago, there was an unforgettable race horse named Sunday Silence.  The back story is that Sunday Silence should have been dead…twice.  As a young colt, Sunday Silence contracted a deadly case of colic.  Sunday Silence contracted colic as a colt, yet he survived, which only rarely happens.

 Due to his prior medical condition, Sunday Silence was put up for sale at two separate horse auctions. However, no one wanted to purchase a horse with a history of colic or with such an unsightly appearance.  On top of his horrific health issues, Sunday Silence was almost killed when the driver of his trailer had a heart attack and caused a terrible vehicular 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 and a 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, seemed to be in a 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, or his rider, or his trainer.

 Nevertheless, Charles and Pat had 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.

 Suddenly, something strange and unprecedented occurred.  For reasons completely unknown to his startled critics, Sunday Silence seemed to WAKE UP – and he raced down that Derby track like a champion thoroughbred.  It seemed that he realized somehow, ‘I’m in a big race…and I want to win!’  Sunday Silence shot off like a bolt of lightning, passing every one of his ungulate competitors, and winning The Kentucky Derby – all because he had heart.

 Here’s the life application.  Perhaps others have grossly underestimated YOUR WORTH or occasionally devalued YOUR CONTRIBUTION.  Please do not allow your dream to be deterred or deferred by their disapproving glances or insensitive commentary.  You know better.  WAKE UP!  Put your entire being (body, mind and spirit) into the unique assignment for which only YOU have been positioned on this planet.  No, it is not too late.  Start seeing (TODAY) what GOD had originally spoken over your life, long before the foundation of the world.  Write it down, meditate on it, plan it, then (consistently and tenaciously) act upon it.  Evaluate your progress, tweak your strategy, and try again and again and again, until you succeed!

 Sunday Silence SILENCED every adversary without speaking one word.  His bold action was the loudest and clearest expression of his winning destiny.  YOU have far more value and capability than Sunday Silence ever would or could.  WAKE UP, stand up, get moving.  Ask GOD for the faith, wisdom, endurance 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!