I’m jogging around a small, oval 3-lane track at the gym,
so slowly, well, okay walking,
in the inside lane —
the one nearest the railing where you can look down on
three floors of people beating themselves up
to try to stave off age, time, years of inattention and just plain sluggishness —
and I see a group of young adults with rags,
wiping, wiping, wiping the railing.
No matter that the one in front has just wiped this spot,
they will wipe it again
and move onto the next
handle, next window, next wall, next surface,
at the instruction of the young woman who calls encouragement and instructions.
“Thank goodness I’m not like these,” I think.
They are not thinking that of me,
but perhaps they should be.
Thank you, Lord, for the body I have that does all it can which is more than some and less than others. Help me live in it today in a way that is pleasing to both of us. Amen.
Posted on March 19, 2015, in Body, In Action and tagged God, humility, inclusion, Lent, pride, Running, special needs, track. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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