Where Are You Running?
Running. I’ve always been pretty good at it. I was one of the fastest kids in school growing up, and enjoyed good success in running hurdles in high school. In the past few years, I’ve transitioned to trail running and half marathons (I wonder if I’ve lost my sanity). But one aspect of running I’ve been particularly good at is running away from life—problems, issues, people, hurt, pain, and yes, God. For some reason, the high walls of isolation have usually been my finish line. You think it would be an easy choice to act like the prodigal son, and return to the Father to be robed in glory, instead of slopping with the pigs in the field (Luke 15:11-32). But for some reason, it hasn’t. When I do something stupid, or get hurt, I’ve allowed the condemnation and shame to keep me away from the One who is love, instead of running into His open arms. “Justin, you knew better.” “I just want to be alone.” “Here we go again.” “Is there anybody who does what they say?” All are common tho...