Preaching and Running
All Saints Sunday on the streets of New York
Ten years ago today I ran the New York City Marathon.
It was a 20-year dream come true. I lived in New York in the late 90s, and I used to watch the Marathon every year, standing there crying, watching people push their limits and achieve their goals. ‘Someday, I’m going to do that,’ I said.
And I did.
In 2014, it was freezing. And…