Chariots of Fire Page #5

...if you peel it to perfection.

Don't compromise.

Compromise is a language of the Devil.

Run in God's name...

...and let the world stand back in wonder.

[PISTOL FIRES]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[CROWD CHEERING AND CHATTERING]

CHORUS [SINGING]:

Lean and his mercy will provide

Trust and thy trusting soul shall prove

Christ is its life and Christ its love

[CROWD CHEERING]

Run the straight race

Through God's good grace

Lift up thine eyes and seek his face

Life with its way before us lies

Christ is the path and Christ the prize

You came to see a race today.

To see someone win.

It happened to be me.

But I want you to do more

than just watch a race.

I want you to take part in it.

I want to compare faith

to running in a race.

It's hard.

It requires concentration of will,

energy of soul.

You experience elation

when the winner breaks the tape.

Especially if you've got a bet on it.

[CROWD CHUCKLING]

ERIC:

But how long does that last?

You go home,

maybe your dinner's burnt.

Maybe... Maybe you haven't got a job.

So who am I to say, "Believe...

...have faith,"

in the face of life's realities?

I would like to give you

something more permanent...

...but I can only point the way.

I have no formula for winning the race.

Everyone runs in her own way,

or his own way.

And where does the power come from

to see the race to its end?

From within.

Jesus said:

"Behold, the Kingdom of God

is within you.

If with all your hearts

you truly seek me...

...you shall ever surely find me."

If you commit yourself...

...to the love of Christ...

...then that is how you run

the straight race.

[CROWD CHATTERING]

Cheers. Thanks for coming.

Thanks for coming.

[CHURCH BELL TOLLING]

It's an ache...

...a helplessness...

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

...an anger.

One feels humiliated.

Sometimes I say to myself, "Hey, steady on,

you're imagining all this."

And then I catch that look again.

Catch it on the edge of a remark...

...feel a cold reluctance in a handshake.

That's my father.

A Lithuanian Jew.

He is alien.

He's as foreign as a frankfurter.

AUBREY:

And a kosher one at that.

[SNICKERS]

I love and admire him.

He worships this country.

From nothing he built

what he believed was enough...

...to make true Englishmen of his sons.

My brother's a doctor.

[HAROLD CLEARS THROAT]

A leader in his field.

Which one...?

That's me with the curls on his back.

AUBREY [WHISPERS]:

God.

[LAUGHS]

He wanted for nothing.

Hmm.

And here am I...

...setting up shop

in the finest university in the land.

[CHOIR SINGING]

But the old man forgot one thing.

This England of his

is Christian and Anglo-Saxon...

...and so are her corridors of power.

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