Yellow, Green, White or Polka Dot?

Okay, I admit it.   I have become a Le Tour de France junkie.

Cadel, Andy, Frank….people who do not know that I exist and yet I know by first name.  I have watched them for weeks now as they race their hearts out for the honor of a colored jersey.

White = best young rider

Polka Dot = King of the Mountains

Green = Best Sprinter

Yellow = Winner of the Tour

So, what kind of jersey are you, or am I wearing these days?  Certainly, for me,  not the White any longer.  That I leave to my children to vie for.  There are certainly times when it has felt as if I ought to wear the Green – times when I am frantically peddling from one thing to another as fast as I possibly can, hoping to stay upright and finish with a sense of victory.  Yet I also know many of those sprints have been without strategy, without plan, without being in top form for a fine finish.

There is much of life that feels as if we are vying for the Polka-Dot jersey.  We may start on a beautiful scenic tour of life only to discover that looming ahead are arduous climbs that will tax our entire well-being:  physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually.  In Le Tour the climbs are rated … a #2, #3, #4 …. or one that is considered HC, beyond category.  When faced with a climb beyond category what is our strategy?  Where do we find our strength?  Who are our team-mates that help pace us up the climb until we are left to finish it on our own?

And finally, the Yellow Jersey.  That is only won by an ability to handle all of it, the flats, the hills, the mountains, the sprints, the time-trials which are lonely full-out races against the clock.  Pacing yourself.  Knowing your weaknesses and finding ways to compensate.  Knowing your strengths and making the best use of them.  Knowing when to push hard, when to slip-stream, when to let your team help, when you need to help your team.  And at the end of the day, whether you win today’s stage of the grand tour of life or not, your hope is that after running the race set before you, that you’ll have a golden jersey draped around your shoulders and you’ll hear a voice saying, “Well done my good and faithful servant.”