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Themes: God's Care over Believers D.D. The excitement of the race made Matt Densen's stomach flutter. Hundreds of people lined the streets, shouting and cheering. Matt stretched his arms high above his head. When his left arm went up, Cyril Charles' right arm went up too. Matt and Cyril took their starting places, side by side, their hands attached by a red cord. A shot rang out, and the New York City Marathon began.
Matt could hear the crowds cheer. He could feel his feet pound the against the street. But Matt could not see the other runners. He could not see where the street curved, where it went uphill, or where it went down. He could not see the water stations on the street corners, the skyscrapers looming overhead, or the thousands of people hanging out of windows and doorways to watch the race. Matt Densen was blind.
However, Matt Densen had a guide. His guide was Cyril Charles, a young man from Trinidad who had once been blind himself. Cyril was a strong runner. He knew the race course. He could see the cracks and dips and curves in the streets. Cyril ran beside Matt with their hands linked together with a red cord. As they ran, Cyril described the surroundings to Matt.
"we're coming up on a bridge now. There are thousands of boats on the river and tons of flags flying everywhere." Cyril's words came in spurts as he ran and talked. "How's the pace? Too fast? Too slow?" "Just right," replied Matt. "we're gonna break four hours aren't we, Cyril?"
"You betcha!" the Cyril.
For twenty-six miles, Matt and Cyril ran side by side, talking as they went. Sometimes Cyril would tell Matt about potholes and bumps in the pavement. Sometimes he would simply guide Matt to one side with the red cord that tied the two runners together.
Every now and then, when the crowd of runners was thick, Cyril would shout, "Blind runner coming through! Please move aside! Blind runner coming through!" The crowd would part, and Cyril and Matt would charge ahead.
Four hours was fast approaching, but so was the finish line. "I see red white and blue flags, big guy! I see 'em!" Cyril panted. "Tell me when, Cyril. Tell me when we cross!" Matt's heart pounded with excitement. The two runners sprinted now, their chests held high, their legs pumping.
"A couple more steps!" Cyril almost whispered. Cyril kept his eyes on the clock. "NOW!" yelled Cyril, raising both hands in victory. Matt's hands were raised with Cyril's. "Three hours and fifty-two minutes! You did it!" Cyril was Matt's guide. Matt did everything Cyril told him to do, and together they crossed the finish line at the end of the marathon. God wants to be your Guide, but first your sins must be forgiven. Accept the Lord Jesus Christ as your Saviour, He will be your Guide forever!
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Simon Wallace
