The day after the Sunday when pro-
fessional golfers knelt in prayer near
a sand-trap and prayed the prayer that
wealthy, white, evangelical, Christian
golfers pray while kneeling near a sand-
trap of a posh, top-drawer, super expen-
sive, exclusive, private golf course, thirty-
five thousand runners of every (and
some no) spiritual stripe stood Boston
strong in a simple moment of silence
and nonviolence to honor those who
were injured or killed one year before
in that place and to remember their
families. Jesus was spotted standing
somewhere toward the back of the
pack wearing bright chartreuse com-
pression leggings and those new max-
imalist running shoes which look like
clown shoes but which are all the rage.
“Are You Running with Me Jesus?” … indeed … wonder where he was, if he has a preference … and I think it’s clear that Scripture at least offers a preference – that God prefers the company of those who are not so pretentious in their wealth, though I suppose some runners would be quite comfortable on the links as well … but maybe jumping up and down rather than telling the world what humble christians they are.