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My last five public sermons have dealt with the virtue of endurance. This is the crying need of the hour for the saints of God, to be sure. Fortunately, God knows we can’t do it alone, so He has given us a surefire solution to our getting out of this thing alive.

Christian community.

While the main text for the quintuplet of sermons was Hebrews 10:36, well, here, I’ll just let you read it for yourself:

For you have need of endurance, so that when you have done the will of God you may receive what is promised.

That’s way toward the end of Hebrews, but earlier – and throughout the letter – the inspired words let us in on a little secret: we need each other to make it home.

Take care, brothers, lest there be in any of you an evil, unbelieving heart, leading you to fall away from the living God. But exhort one another every day, as long as it is called “today,” that none of you may be hardened by the deceitfulness of sin. For we have come to share in Christ, if indeed we hold our original confidence firm to the end. Hebrews 3:12-14

Read it again.

One another.

We have come to share in Christ.

We. Us.

Brotherz. Plural.

And Sisterz.

Like Mallory and Liz.

I have a story you just HAVE to hear:

As players on Central Washington University’s softball team, Mallory Holtman and Liz Wallace lost a game of baseball. And won the game of life.

Western Oregon University senior Sara Tucholsky had never hit a home run before – not in high school, not in college, not ever in her twenty-one years of playing softball. But at this double-header, with hecklers yelling at her, Tucholsky smashed the ball over the center-field fence.
Amazed at her home run, Tucholsky forgot to touch first base.
As she quickly turned to correct the mistake, her knee blew out.
She had a torn ligament—her ACL.
Tucholsky was on the ground, crawling back to first.

Here’s the key: If anyone from her team tried to help her, Tucholsky would be called out.
The umpires said that if she couldn’t continue beyond first base, and a pinch-runner was put in, her over-the-fence hit would count only as a two-run single.

That’s when the opposing team’s firstbaseman, Mallory Holtman, said to an umpire, “Excuse me, would it be okay if we carried her around and she touched each bag?”
The umpires looked at each other.
What?
But as they discussed it, they realized there were no rules preventing the opposing side from helping.

So that’s what Mallory and a teammate did.

Holtman and shortstop Liz Wallace literally carried Tucholsky – an opposing player – around the bases, making sure she tagged every base with her good left foot.
In the end, that home run contributed to Holtman and Wallace’s team losing the game.
It also meant that Holtman, a senior, would never make it into the NCAA playoffs.
Soon after, her softball career was over.

– from Heroes For My Daughter, Brad Meltzer

A wise sage once said a “three-fold cord cannot be broken” and it would seem that a simple “fireman carry” is a pretty strong force to be reckoned with too.

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