A Race to God
There I stood in a small classroom at church, about to make a fool of myself.
I was supposed to be teaching a class about running and faith, a class I’d organized. But I had no idea what to tell the people who’d signed up.
I didn’t know much about what the Bible has to say about exercise. I didn’t know much about the Bible, period.
I was a runner, yes. But that didn’t qualify me to teach this class. Running was my spiritual problem. I ran too much. Focused on it to the exclusion of everything else. Up to now, running seemed to be leading me away from God, not toward him.
So what was I doing here? Why had I organized this class, and what could I possibly say that would help these good people spiritually?
Great questions. I wished I had answers. Stalling for time, I started the class by asking a question of my
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