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Potholes and Perseverance


Potholes and Perseverance

My tires kissed the asphalt of Akasia’s roads this morning, each pothole a jarring reminder of a world—and a faith—under strain. The suspension of my car groaned, and my spirit echoed its complaint. The journey felt like a metaphor for our South African life: a constant, costly navigation between aspiration and broken reality. Yet, in that rattling commute, a divine directive dawned, clear as the Highveld sky after a storm: “Let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us” (Hebrews 12:1, NIV). This race is not a smooth sprint on a track; it is a rugged marathon on a pothole-riddled road, and our call is to run it with a cadence that confounds the chaos.

🛣️ The Terrain of Our Test

To understand perseverance, we must first diagnose the potholes on our path. They are not abstract. In Akasia, the police station, staffed by dedicated officers, is crippled by a severe lack of resources. It is supposed to have 24 vehicles but makes do with only five for visible policing across 152 square kilometres. Imagine the scene: one of these precious vehicles is often used as a taxi to ferry suspects to other stations, all because Akasia has no holding cells of its own. Here, the fight against crime is sabotaged by a failure of infrastructure. This is a precise picture of our spiritual terrain. We are called to run a race, but the road is broken by systemic failures—the potholes of political instability, persistent poverty, and an unemployment rate exceeding 30%. These are not mere inconveniences; they are structural sins that entangle our stride.

This is where a cheap, sentimental faith collapses. It offers a spiritual 4x4 to soar over the potholes, but Christ calls us to run through them, His power made perfect in our weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9). The "cloud of witnesses" the writer to the Hebrews speaks of (Hebrews 12:1) are not spectators in a comfortable stadium. They are the great faithful—Abraham, Moses, Ruth, Jeremiah—who ran their own brutal marathons through deserts, exile, and persecution. They bear witness not to a life of ease, but to the faithfulness of God on a broken road. They are our inspiration, our proof that this race can be won.

🏃 The Posture of a Pilgrim

So, what is the prophetic posture that pummels the enemy’s plot? It is not a frantic, chaotic crash through life. It is a consistent, resilient cadence. The Apostle Paul, no stranger to suffering, gladly boasted in his weaknesses so that Christ’s power could rest on him. He defines the pilgrim’s posture: not the absence of struggle, but a steadfast focus amid it.

Let us construct a logical defence for this counter-intuitive hope. The argument can be formulated thus:

· Major Premise: We are called to run the race of faith marked out by God (Hebrews 12:1).

· Minor Premise: This race is inevitably run on a broken terrain of suffering and trial (John 16:33; James 1:2-3).

· Conclusion: Therefore, the ability to run—perseverance—must be developed through the terrain, not apart from it.

A common objection is, "Why would a good God allow such a broken road?" However, this fails because it mistakes the purpose of the journey. The goal is not our comfort, but our Christ-like character. As Romans 5:3-4 declares, "suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope". The pothole is not an obstacle to God’s plan; it is the very tool He uses to forge in us a hope that will not disappoint. The recent, tragic bus crash in Louis Trichardt that claimed 42 lives is a horrifying testament to the peril of our physical roads. It shakes us to our core. Yet, in the face of such profound loss, the only answer that does not crumble is a perseverance rooted not in the explanation of the event, but in the eternal character of the God who meets us in the wreckage.

🏁 Recalibrating Our Spiritual Suspension

How then shall we live? We must allow Jesus to recalibrate our spiritual suspension. This is not a passive prayer, but an active realignment of our souls. It means adjusting our focus from the potholes at our feet to the Champion who ran this race before us. The scripture says of Jesus that, "For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God" (Hebrews 12:2). He faced the ultimate rupture, the cosmic pothole of sin and death, and emerged victorious. He is our finish line and our proof that the path of faithful endurance leads to glory.

This recalibration demands practical, costly discipleship. It means:

· In our communities: We do not merely complain about potholes; we use tools like the PotholeFixGP app to report them, participating in the repair of our shared space. Spiritually, we commit to being repairers of broken walls in our churches and families (Isaiah 58:12).

· In our nation: We engage with the spirit of Ubuntu—"I am because we are"—that our own government is championing in its G20 Presidency. We reject the isolation that hardship imposes and run this race in solidarity, bearing one another’s burdens (Galatians 6:2).

· In our hearts: We "throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles". We name our fears, our financial anxieties, and our spiritual fatigue. We lay them down, and we run. Lightened. Focused. Free.

The road to Akasia is still broken. The headlines still speak of crime, coalition governments, and economic uncertainty. But for the pilgrim whose spiritual suspension has been recalibrated by Christ, every jarring jolt is now a reminder. It is a reminder that we are not yet home, that the road is being redeemed, and that our Champion has already conquered it. So, press on, my fellow runner. Do not grow weary in doing good. Fix your eyes on Jesus. The finish line is certain, and the victory is secure.

Amen.



 

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