The miles of steep climbs were passing by like speed bumps. The surplus of downhills ahead of me foreshadowed a strong finish. Then, just over halfway through the marathon, I felt a twinge in my right achilles.
Season after Pentecost | 18th Sunday in Ordinary Time (Year A)
Genesis 32:22-31; Psalm 17:1-7, 15; (Isaiah 55:1-5; Psalm 145:8-9, 14-21;) Romans 9:1-5; Matthew 14:13-21
Years ago, at a denominational gathering, I heard a visitor from the global South say the following about North American Christians: They have so many things. They don’t need anything. Yet it seemed like the people were very thirsty, like they were in a desert and we were bringing them drops of water. These words refuse to leave me.