Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Scotland's Greatest Athlete, Part 5

He that Honors Me
The Olympic Games

Paris, France: Sunday, July 6th, 1924
 Instead of going with the rest of the team from Britain to the Olympic stadium, Eric made his way to the Scottish Church of Paris where he was to preach.  In his heart, he knew that he had made the right decision.  Did he have any regrets?  Yes, but no doubts.  He was not going to race on the Lord’s Day.  And that was final. 

Paris, France: Wednesday, July 9th, 1924

200-metre race semi-finals
             As the temperature soared above one hundred, Eric again found his place on the track.  The American runner, Charley Paddock, was to his left. Paddock had taken fifth in the 100-metre race, and it was clear that he wanted revenge.

            At start of the gun, Paddock leapt ahead of Eric.  Then, both men ran side by side, until Eric put his trademark “windmill” style into action.  But just at the finish tape, Paddock pulled in front of Eric, winning the semi-finals with a time of 21.8 seconds. Just one tenth of a second faster than Eric!

200-metre race finals
            Eric doubted that he had enough energy to see the finals to its end. Paddock got off to a fast start, followed closely by the other runner from America, Jackson Scholz.  Harold Abrahams was somewhere behind Eric, the heat probably having sapped his energy as well.
            At the finish line, Eric edged out two other runners to finish in third place.  Later, there was an article about him in The Flying Scotsman entitled, “Thrilling Olympic Finishes” reporting that, “As usual, Liddell did not start too well but made a wonderfully fast finish.”

400-metre race finals
Eric extended his hand to the man who had helped Tom McKerchar give him a massage.  But the man only said a few words, handed a piece of paper to Eric, and walked away.  "Thanks, I'll read it at the stadium!"  He called after the man.  Eric slipped the note into his pocket, and it was forgotten at Mr. McKerchar and others greeted him.

Later, as he sat down in the dressing room, reached into his pocket, and happened upon the piece of paper.  He read the note, and bowed his head, "Thank you, God." he whispered to himself.  The message read, "In the Old Book it says, 'for them that honor Me, I will honor.' Wishing you the best of success always."

The runners were now getting into their positions.  As the gun went off, McKerchar started his stopwatch.  His jaw dropped.  Eric sprinted to the first turn, leading all the runners by three metres!  Checking it halfway through, McKerchar clocked Eric at 22.2 seconds.  At that pace, Eric would have won most 200-metre races.

In the final stretch, Tom, in spite himself, began imitating Eric, pumping his fists.  Eric Liddell of Scotland, with his face to the sky, finished in first place, setting a world record of 47.6 seconds!  He slowed to a stop, clutching his sides.  He had nothing left to give. as the band began playing, "God Save the Queen," Tom ran towards Eric, "You couldn't just win; you had to set a world record!" he cried above the  cheering crowd. Turning toward the crowd, Eric waved briefly.  He had won the 400-metre race - the first ever won by a Scotsman.

Eric Liddell - Number 451

Eric, before a relay race:

During the relay:

Hoping you all had a wonderful CHRISTmas, and that your New Year is wonderful too!

For His Glory,

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Merry Christmas // Scotland's Greatest Athlete, Part 4

This here post is a compilation of two posts...hence the double title. :)

A Merry Christmas from me:

Sooooooo, since I will probably not be available next week to post part 4, I figured (and this will make a couple of you SUPER HAPPY) I would go ahead and post it early. :D Enjoy!!!!!!!!!


An Important Decision

Great Britain: 1923-1924
           It was a cold, rainy day in Edinburgh, Scotland.  Tom McKerchar sat slumped in his chair, when a soft knock on his door caused him to sit up.  “I believe it is here.” Announced his secretary, placing an official looking envelope on his desk.  His eyes widened.  He took it and ripped it open.  Scanning the page, he found the schedule for the 100 metre race.  There it is, He thought, the 100 metre race. And the first heats are on…his smile faded.  The piece of paper slipped from his hands and floated gently to the floor.  He buried his head in his hands for a minute then stood up.  “I will be out for a while; I need to catch up with Eric if I can. Oh, and don’t tell anyone the schedule is in.”  He grabbed his coat and flew past the surprised secretary and out into the street.
“What is it Tom?  If you don’t mind, I’d have to say you don’t look well,” Eric looked concerned.  Tom cleared his throat, “It’s just, Eric, I know what you are going to say - but I wish I could change your mind.”
“Out with it man!  Only God can read minds.”  Eric motioned him on.
“The Olympic schedules came in today.  You know the Baron is trying to fit all the events into just two weeks. So-”
“So, what is it Tom?”  Eric interrupted.
Tom took a deep breath, “The first heats for the 100-meter race are to be held on a Sunday, Eric.  July sixth to be exact.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Eric made it very clear that he was not going to run. Sighing, Tom turned away and glanced out the window.
“Tom, God’s fourth commandment is to remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy.  If I run in a race that honors me or other men, I am not remembering the Sabbath.  And if I start ignoring one of God’s commandments, I may as well ignore all of them.  But I can’t do that because I love God too much.”
Tom nodded.  Eric had never raced on a Sunday, and that wouldn’t change now, even for the Olympics.  “I’ll contact the authorities; that’s the next step, but Eric, are you ready for what will happen?  I mean the reporters?”  Eric simply answered, “Jesus never said that to follow Him would be easy.”

Eric was right.  Many reporters and radio announcers labeled him “A traitor to his country” and “A letdown to his people”.  But to him, God meant more than any Olympic gold medal.

A Merry Christmas-card from Eric:


Y'all have a very Merry Christmas! And remember that Jesus is the reason for the Season!

"For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace."
Isaiah 9:6

For His Glory,

Monday, December 16, 2013

Scotland's Greatest Athlete, Part 3

Windmill Style

 Powderhall Stadium, Edinburgh, Scotland: 1921-23
            Eric looked around the stadium.  It was the most ridiculous thing he had ever seen!  The sight of men in shorts was enough to make him laugh, and the way they looked when exercising was certainly not helping.
As he looked down at his feet to keep from laughing, Eric noticed the shadow of a man approaching.  He felt a tap on the shoulder, “Excuse me, but you are Eric Liddell are you not?” Eric looked up, “I am.”
“Tom McKerchar,” the man introduced himself, extending his hand, “I’m an athletic trainer at the university.  I was told I’d find you here.”  After they shook hands, Eric asked, “I know you’re supposed to help, but what more can you tell me than to run as fast as I can?”  Tom glanced at the ground and then into Eric’s clear blue eyes, “Well…let’s just say I’ve seen you race…”
Tom had never seen anyone run quite like Eric Liddell.  But, he knew that he could help Eric run faster, even if he didn’t change his “windmill” style running.
            So, for three days a week, Eric and Tom met at Powderhall Stadium for training.

Stoke-on-Trent, England: July 1923
Eric’s heart beat faster as he got into his starting position.  As he glanced to his right, he saw England’s runner, J.J. Gillies, eying the inside lane.  What will Gillies do to win this race?  Eric asked himself.  The official raised the small starting gun to the sky, “On the count of three, gentlemen, and then the gun will sound.”  To the runners on the track, seconds seemed like minutes until the official pulled the trigger.  Bang!  As the sound of the gun echoed through the stadium, the runners lunged forward.
 Fifteen yards into the race, J.J. Gillies made his move.  He cut right in front of Eric, sending him into the grass.  Eric quickly scrambled to his feet.  By now, even the slowest runner was twenty yards ahead.  Someone in the stands was shouting at him, “Forty yards to go, Liddell!”  He made his way closer to the finish.  Everyone was cheering for him.  His head went back; he started swinging his arms like windmills.  Yard by yard, Eric overtook the other runners, until he was in first place.

Eric, with his trainer, Tom McKerchar

Monday, December 9, 2013

Daniel (15) and Josiah (12)

Three posts in one day? Wow. Yeah, I know.  But I'm a busy person, and don't have time to post when I want too.

Anywho, last week, Daniel turned 15, and Josiah turned 12...

So, before the party started, I got my trusty Canon out and shot the Christmas tree. 

My Ornament from Children's Sunday School (a LONG time ago).

And then I moved it.

The food a the party

We got a cake from SAMS Club, and stuck a bunch of Ghirardelli (the best chocolate in my opinion) chocolate squares and some Hersheys kisses in it. :P

Toasty fire

I changed from manual to flash, because I couldn't figure my camera out!
The first time since CAPTURE Kansas, that I had that happen... :-/

And I changed it back

Reno, one of Gram and Papa's international students, made each of the boys a cute little animal:
Josiah's is a froggy, and Daniel's is an Elephant

Back on flash...our living room was full of friends and family

Daniel got Josiah a knife...

Rebekah, Josiah, Daniel, Jordan (a friend from church)

Notice Jordans face :D

And, the reason we had some friends over this time (we typically only do family parties):

When the Lindsay boys turn 12...

They are called to manhood.

and Knighted by their father. :)

For His Glory,

Scotland's Greatest Athlete, Part 2

The Next Wyndham Halswelle

London, England: 1918
            Rob, as he now preferred to be called, was a senior in 1918, and did not want his sixteen-year-old brother beating him in track.  But on the track, Eric pulled ahead of Rob and won the 100 metre dash by one step.  Eric was voted Eltham’s best overall athlete for 1918.
            The list records for the final track for 1918 were shared between the two.  If Rob was in first, Eric was in second, and if Eric was in first, Rob was in second.

Edinburgh, Scotland: 1920
Eric, now eighteen, passed all of his examinations in the summer of 1920, and hired a tutor to teach him French at night.  Then, to pay for the tutor, he got a job at a farm outside Edinburgh.  He would rise early, get a bite to eat, and hop on his bicycle to go to work, only to come back and begin studying.
            But the summer was not without certain pleasures.  The Olympics was the main conversation of the Liddell’s, and Mary shook her head watching her sons read newspaper article, after newspaper article. “Who will be the next Wyndham Halswelle?” She asked.
            Shrugging, Rob pointed to Eric, who seemed to hold the newspaper higher at the mention of Halswelle’s name. “Yes, Rob. I think he is sitting right here too.” Jenny smiled.

For His Glory, and Keep Smiling! :D

The Sunshine Award

S.F. over at On Solid Ground has awarded me the Sunshine Award!!
Thank you S.F.! :)

It is for "bloggers who positively and creatively inspire others in the blogosphere."  

The rules are:
1. Thank the blogger that nominated her and link to her blog
2. Nominate other bloggers and let them know on their blogs
3. Answer a list of ten questions
4. The Sunshine Award button must be posted on the blog

The Ten Questions: (you can either answer these questions or make up your own 10 questions and answer those):
1. What is your favourite colour?

2. What is one of your favourite books?

Hmmmm, so many! The Chronicles of Narnia...not a book...but a series

3. What book are you reading right now?
Eric Liddell: Pure Gold, and the Bible.

4. Do you have a pet?
Nope, but I used to have a horse and a dog.

5. Can you speak with a different accent?
British!!!!! :D

6. Do you play an instrument?

Nope. The best thing I can play is the CD

7. What is your favourite Scripture verse?

"But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint." Isaiah 40:31

8. Are you a Vegetarian?

9.  Are you a girly-girl?

Not really
10. What is your favourite hymn?
It's between "When We See Christ" and "To God Be the Glory"

Now, I will nominate like four people:
1. Kara Siert over at Klarabelle Candy
2. Lily at Lily in His Field
3. Carissa Pentimone at Rosie Posies Place
4. Bethany Strang at Bets Tid Bits

For His Glory, and Keep Smiling! :D

Monday, December 2, 2013

Scotland's Greatest Athlete, Part 1

Well since y'all seem to like my "Hero of the Faith" posts better than my "random photography" (I'll try to not hold it against you), and since this man is my "Hero of the Faith", I thought it would be only fitting to do a series of posts on his life and times. :D
I'll try to do one post a week (with the exception of Christmas break...maybe) with a little excerpt from his life until his 112th birthday (January 16th). 
So, grab yourself a cup of tea, and enjoy part 1 of "Scotland's Greatest Athlete".


Master Hayward extended his hand to both boys, “Welcome to Eltham College!  Did you have a good first night?”  

Eric and his older brother, Robbie, just glanced at each other, then at the floor.  They didn't want to think about it.  It was their first time away from their parents, and it was Eric’s first time in England.  Mother and Jenny were staying in a nearby apartment for a couple months to make sure the boys were settled, and father had gone back to China after a year’s furlough.

The elderly gentleman looked the young brothers over.  Robbie seems so much healthier than Eric.  No six-year-old should look as pale as this.  He thought, Makes me wonder what life is like in China.  I must do something about this- yes, I must.

“I trust this will be a good first term for you both. Besides your usual classes, you will be learning to play rugby, er, rugger, I think the boys call it.  It’s a great sport!  Sure to bring out the apples in your cheeks!”

Over the next few weeks, “rugger” became a favorite sport for both Robbie and Eric, one they learned quickly.  And because there were no time-outs, Eric was getting stronger, a fact observed by Headmaster Hayward.

“You must like the breakfast porridge, young man.”  he greeted Eric as he left the rugby field.  The boy’s cheeks look as pink as rose petals.  He thought rather proudly.

“Yes, sir,” Eric answered, his blue eyes sparkling.

The older man continued, “Or maybe it’s the meat pudding?” Eric shook his head, and then ran off.

Who would have imagined a few weeks ago, Mr. Hayward muttered, and it looks like the boy can run too!

As the weeks passed the boys' mother dreaded having to say goodbye to her boys.  She didn't even want to think about the next time she would see them.  She knew it would be many years.  
The occasion for her departure was a rugby game.  She slipped in after the game started, because she didn't want her being there to bother them.  She stayed a while, then left.


Hope you enjoyed that little snippet from this man's life! Does anyone have any guesses as to who it is?  I dropped a couple hints in there.  ;)
Part 2 next week.

For His Glory,