Be a Catalyst for Change

At the 5-mile mark in the Old Kent Riverbank Run a guy passing me said, “Hey buddy, you dropped your key.” There was no getting home without my key. Like a salmon swimming upstream I headed back into the crowd of runners dodging expletives and elbows. And there it was. I was relieved, but also out of my rhythm. The rest of the run was a dirge.

Would it really have been too much trouble for that runner to bring me my key rather than just telling me it was back there somewhere? It’s one thing to name a problem, it’s quite another to do something about it. The Lord put it this way to…