Unchristian Hesitation
Sometimes your runner’s high gets interrupted. Life telling you to check your ego. The day is not complete. Sitting in the parking lot after an evening run, the sun has already set, when a stranger gets my attention seeking help with a flat tire. A woman in need, I help. Yet, there’s an unchristian hesitation. The situation will evolve, weakness creeps in. What am I getting myself into? Mission creep is the rusted spare tire that won’t lodge free from the underside of the vehicle. Trying to figure out the Rube Goldberg system the car manufacturer used to mount and store the tire and jacks. Then the lug nuts, which I convinced myself must be welded on. ...