Lessons Learned From Axe Throwing

Lessons learned from axe throwing. Is there such a thing? If this past Father’s Day is any indicator, I’d have to say, “Yes!”

For Father’s Day this year, Pilot and I went to a local axe throwing establishment with Pie and Explorer. Pilot and Pie threw axes once before, but this was Explorer and my first time.

Right off, let me say, I loved it. Two hours of hurling axes at a wooden target and scoring multiple bulls eyes? What’s not to love?

Being Father’s Day, there were many family groups along with the bearded Viking-hair-styled kilt wearers. Multigenerational, father-daughter, father-son … it was great.

So, what are the lessons?

  • If we’re gonna hit the target, we’ve gotta grab an axe, step up to the line and hurl the axe toward the target in front of us.
  • If the axe doesn’t stick the first, second, third time, we keep trying.
  • Just because we hit a bulls eye once, twice, three times, doesn’t mean we’ll hit another one the next go round. Don’t give up.
  • Don’t discount the 1s, 2s, and 3s we hit. All points big and small add up.
  • Age, gender, ethnicity, nor attire are qualifiers for hitting the target.

That said, how do we apply these lessons to our life?

  • If there’s something we want to accomplish whether it’s a life goal, spiritual goal, work goal, relationship goal, we’ve got to grab that axe, step up to the line, and throw.
  • If our first attempts hit the wall, bounce off, and land with a solid thud to the ground for all the world to hear, we pick up that axe and throw it again.
  • We may score one bulls eye, then miss the next. When that happens, we keep throwing. Keep trying.
  • Each step forward is important, no matter how small. We don’t dismiss those which seem insignificant in comparison to our overall goal.
  • What truly matters is a willingness to grab that axe, step up to the line, and give it our best shot. Repeatedly.

Have you ever gone axe throwing? What’d you think about it? Personally, I can’t wait to go again!

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I don’t mean to say I am perfect. I haven’t learned all I should even yet, but I keep working toward that day when I will finally be all that Christ saved me for and wants me to be. No, dear brothers, I am still not all I should be, but I am bringing all my energies to bear on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead, I strain to reach the end of the race and receive the prize for which God is calling us up to heaven because of what Christ Jesus did for us. Philippians 3:12-14 (TLB)

I wish you well.

Sandy

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Sunday Scriptures — Others Don’t Define Us

Isaiah 40by Sandy Kirby Quandt

One semester in college I took Archery for my summer P.E. credit. Once we left the classroom instruction and headed outside for target practice, the instructor informed us as soon as we hit a bull’s eye we would receive an A and be finished with the course.

He added a caveat.  No girl had managed that feat in the shortened number of weeks that were left in our semester.

Gauntlet down. I determined to show him I was not just a girl.

Mind you, at the time I took that Archery class I was not fresh out of high school. Shoot. I couldn’t even technically be called a girl. Those days were long gone. Regardless, I was determined to do everything in my power to show that instructor females could hit a bull’s eye no matter how short the time frame.

It didn’t happen on the first try, and not the second, but I’ll never forget the day I stood up to the line, took my stance, faced the target, pulled back the string and let that arrow fly. Maid Marion had nothing on me.

Not only was I the first girl to hit the bull’s eye, I whacked the skin off my arm in the process. If you’ve ever had the bow string thwack across your forearm, you know the pain. And the swelling. And bruising. (Arm guards don’t help me. I need two of them on the same arm because my arm juts out at a funny angle.)

After my arrow sank into the target, my archery partner said something like “Way to go” as he and I high-fived. YES!

We were stationed near the end of the line of targets away from the instructor. When he noticed my bull’s eye, he called down the line, “Which one of you boys hit that?”

Boys?

I stepped out of the line and faced him as my male partner, who had not yet scored a bull’s eye, shouted back, “She did!”

The instructor’s stunned silence was priceless. When he gave us the all clear, I stepped forward, tugged my arrow from the hay target, walked back to my partner, and told him so long.

Of course, archery isn’t the only area where others try to define us, our worth, or our ability. It happens all the time in all arenas.

Our parenting skills are lacking.

Our financial resources are lacking.

Our relationship status is lacking.

Our skill set is lacking.

Our education is lacking.

Our house is lacking.

Our car is lacking.

Our biblical knowledge is lacking.

Our sport ability is lacking.

Sure, there are areas where we are not able to perform as well as others. You all should know by now I am NOT the chef extraordinaire Pilot is. But I can whip up rather decent desserts. And if you were to ask him, I believe he’d tell you I do a better job with the laundry than he does.

But our abilities do not limit us from being used by God. It is our availability and desire to be used that do that. God can use each of us if we’re willing to let him. Our worth is in the fact we belong to Jesus. And because we belong to him, our desire is to be the best at whatever he wants us to be. God has given us a goal, to strive towards whatever lies ahead.

Others are not who define us. God is. And he thinks we’re pretty special. Special enough to allow his son, Jesus, to die a horrid death so we could be called his child. I’d say that’s pretty special.

Any toxophilites out there with archery stories to share?

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Yet, my brothers, I do not consider myself to have “arrived”, spiritually, nor do I consider myself already perfect. But I keep going on, grasping ever more firmly that purpose for which Christ grasped me. My brothers, I do not consider myself to have fully grasped it even now. But I do concentrate on this: I leave the past behind and with hands outstretched to whatever lies ahead I go straight for the goal—my reward the honour of being called by God in Christ. Philippians 3:12-14 (Phillips)

I wish you well.

Sandy

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Even Still, God Loves Us

Full disclosure…I am a sinner. But most importantly, I am a sinner, saved by God’s grace.

God sent his son, Jesus, into this world to die for sinners just like me. Even still, God loves us. Amazing grace.

St. Maria im Kapitol, Cologne, Germany

Yep. In a world that can be anything but gracious, grace is a difficult concept for me to understand. Unmerited favor which I don’t deserve. I haven’t done a single thing to deserve the gift Jesus paid the price for me to receive.

Nada. Zilch. Zippo. Nothing.

An illustration which one of my preachers used to explain grace went something like this.

Precious saint, who has gone on to be with our LORD. Officer Metcalf.

You get pulled over for speeding. Instead of the punishment you rightly deserve for breaking the law, the officer decides not to give you a ticket. That’s mercy. You didn’t get what you deserved.

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But, the police officer goes one step further. She pulls out two tickets to the sold out, sought after, event you had your heart set on attending. She gives them to you. Free. That’s grace. Undeserved favor.

We can’t earn it. We can’t bargain for it. We can’t sneak in under the radar and snatch it. It is a free gift to us from Jesus.

I have not yet reached my goal, and I am not perfect. But Christ has taken hold of me. So I keep on running and struggling to take hold of the prize. My friends, I don’t feel that I have already arrived. But I forget what is behind, and I struggle for what is ahead. I run toward the goal, so that I can win the prize of being called to heaven. This is the prize that God offers because of what Christ Jesus has done.

Philippians 3:12-14

 

Feeling a little undeserving? Join the club. But thanks be to our Heavenly Father who loves us anyway, for his amazing gift of grace.

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I wish you well.

Sandy

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