Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Judges, Chapter 9,
Verse 21
Then Jotham fled and escaped to Beer, where
he remained for fear of his brother Abimelech.
A lot of people seem to
escape to Beer! That’s a joke but unfortunately it is a common response to
fear. Liquid courage we use to call it in the military. However, today I would
like to change the subject to that of the family.
Jotham
was raised in a large family 70 brothers and we do not know how many sisters. Families
are the breeding ground of either love or hate; of either evil or good and
finally of either excellence or apathy. A great family whether large or small
is the seedbed of either greatness or smallness. This is the reason there is
such a focus on the family in the church now. Families are the factories of a person’s
character and character determines a person’s destiny which leads us back the
study of John McCain’s book, Character is Destiny"[1]
Today we
will be examining the life of Wilma Rudolph
who was one of the fastest women on earth
and is John McCain’s example for the characteristic of excellence. It is
good to reflect that excellence is not achieved alone Wilma achieve greatness
because of the love and support of her family and because of the creativity of
herself and her family. Having a creative mind is essential to making right judgments
which will be the next step up in our study of character. Now would be a good
time to review our progress so far and realize that for one to have a creative
mind they must first be curious (Darwin), enthusiastic (Roosevelt); discerning
(da Vinci), and filled with aspiration (Magellan) are essential to come to
excellence.
McCain states that Wilma
Rudolph:
Survived poverty, racism, and polio to
become the fastest woman on earth and was known to journalists as La Gazelle
Noire, the Black Gazelle and go on to win a gold medal in the 1960 Olympics.
Blanche and Eddie Rudolph had already
welcomed nineteen children into the world when little Wilma arrived on June 23,
1940, two months ahead of schedule. Blanche had fallen down and almost
immediately gone into labor. Weighing a little over four pounds at birth, Wilma
Glodean Rudolph wasn’t expected to live long. That the newborn survived those
first perilous weeks was an early indication of the strength she would employ
to see herself safely through the many crises of her childhood. Blanche and
Eddie were extraordinary parents, hardworking and devoted to their children.
But with twenty-two children (two more were born after Wilma), and each parent
holding more than one job, Eddie as a railroad porter and handyman, Blanche a
laundress and housekeeper, it was hard to give much attention to any individual
child. Wilma would need a lot of attention, and would have little prospect of
finding much help outside her family. The family’s poverty and the injustices
of the segregated South offered scant encouragement to the Rudolph’s as they
looked to their community in rural Clarksville, Tennessee, for the care that
their lively but chronically ill daughter needed. But they did the best they
could; for as poor as they were, they were rich in virtue, and gave their
struggling child the love and encouragement she needed to believe she might one
day be a healthy, happy little girl. Wilma suffered measles, mumps, chicken
pox, and the whooping cough before she was four years old. Colds and the flu
constantly plagued her. She spent most of her early childhood in bed. Shortly
before her fifth birthday, Wilma became very sick with scarlet fever and
pneumonia in both her lungs. Again, she was not expected to survive. Her family
covered her in blankets, plied her with the usual remedies, comforted her, and
prayed. But the illness persisted. Even as the crisis began to abate, a strange
symptom occurred that caused her worried family even greater alarm. Wilma’s
left leg began to twist to one side. When her parents encouraged her to move
it, she told them she couldn’t. The doctor was called, and after examining her
briefly, he informed Eddie and Blanche that their daughter had been stricken
with polio, for which there was then no known cure. If she survived, he warned
them, she would never walk again. But walk she did. Her family saved her. Their
constant encouragement and care helped Wilma to overcome her despair, and
summon such a great quantity of strength and courage, and an almost superhuman
power of concentration, that she would in time become known as their miracle
child. She attributed those qualities to the great fortune of having a loving
family. “The doctors told me I would never walk,” she wrote in her
autobiography, “but my mother told me I would, so I believed my mother.” One
day, as Wilma felt the onset of another illness, she decided she would begin to
fight. “Enough! No more taking everything that comes along, no more drifting
off, no more wondering.”
During the long years of her
rehabilitation, when few outside her family ever believed that day would come,
Wilma had developed into a young girl with extraordinary reserves of strength,
and had learned to pursue goals that were beyond the reach of most people with
a tremendous intensity of resolve and concentration. She was not just a normal,
healthy kid. She was special, and she knew it. Now that she had beat the odds
and learned to walk again, she decided to focus her formidable strength on
becoming an athlete. There are four things necessary to excel at a sport, or
anything, for that matter: skill, concentration, willingness to struggle, and
love. When she was only sixteen, she made the American women’s track and field
team in the 1956 Olympic Games, which were held in Melbourne, Australia. Then
in 1960, she was the first American woman to win three gold medals. And she
was, beyond dispute, the fastest woman on earth. The girl had beaten polio,
poverty, and racism to become the greatest female athlete of her time, and one
of the most beloved people in the world.
One wonders how many other Wilma's have been lost to history by the evil of abortion?
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