Running
Running. Up the rolling hills past the apartment complex I lived in. Pushing, straining, and churning with energy longing to be spent. Different than my normal jogging that was usually so casual, so slow, so safe. This wasn’t safe. I was pursuing or being pursued, I wasn’t sure which and was just…running. Just me…no one else…alone…racing past familiar sights but now it was all different. A short time before I had been in my cozy apartment getting ready to pray, not an odd thing for me, a usual occurrence in my day, when it struck me that there was no God. Not a thought that I had entertained before. In fact, I had spent my life running towards and then with God. Now that this thought of “no God” struck me with such force I grabbed my coat and ran out of my apartment. Running. On the level past my apartment and the adjoining ones and around the turn I ran. Up and down the easy hills I ran harder, pushing myself. And at some point in running I just knew…that God did inde...