It began with a testimony. Speaking with a friend about a dozen other shared items we were working on for the church. They took a moment to share about something special to them. This friend had just finished a virtual half-marathon over the weekend. Due to the pandemic, runners in Marathons run on their own and then report their times in. As he shared this accomplishment there was joy in his voice not just of his own, but his son had also ran and completed the whole marathon. It has been a twenty-two year tradition with this family of Marathon runners. It would be an understatement to describe how impressed I was by the casual intentionality of the statement. There was no judgement in my friend’s voice. There was no hint of “look at what I’ve done.” Only a testimony of what this annual discipline had brought in his life and family. This morning, as I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. I knew that ...