Review and Response: Harvey Cox — How to Read the Bible

I decided to be proactive about getting out of my spiritual funk. In the only way that has ever worked for me in every avenue I have ever explored in my life, I decided I need to educate myself. That means research, and it means study.

The first place I have been led to is Professor Harvey Cox‘s How to Read the Bible.

It was not the book I was looking for — after several weeks of searching, I’m pretty sure that book has yet to be written. But if you try sometimes, as the song goes, you just might find you get what you need. Continue reading

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Look Over Yondr, or The Price of the Ticket

About a month ago, I scored a couple of tickets for Jack White’s June 7 show at the Dome Arena in Rochester.

It was a pretty unremarkable experience as online ticket sales go — log on to Ticketfly, select the tickets (though, as it’s a GA show, not much selecting needed to be done), enter in my credit card info and voilà, off to see Mr. White we go.

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#runstreak Day 40: It’s Just a Number

Forty days.

Today, I’m celebrating the continuation of my longest ever run streak. Continue reading

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Of Faith (May Contain Some Feet)

Many of my runs take me along a mile-and-a-half stretch of Culver Road in Irondequoit, NY.

About a half mile from home, they go past Transfiguration Lutheran Church

then, almost another mile north, the Durand United Church of Christ

and, on the other side of the road, St. Salome’s Catholic Church.

Only now, at the beginning of February, just one of these churches still stands.

In the first week of the year, almost overnight, St. Salome’s and Durand were surrounded by green fencing. Within days, they had been demolished, consigned to memory and local history books.

My running landscape has changed forever. Continue reading

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#runstreak Day 13: The Streak Begins

Saturday’s run totally sucked.

I headed out the door around 1:30 PM, hoping that the weather had warmed up just a little and that the snowplows in the Town of Irondequoit had removed at least some of the 14″ of snow we had received overnight.

Both hopes were dashed within seconds.

Turning west out of the driveway, I ran into a headwind that immediately froze my cheeks and nose (the day’s temperatures were about 14F/-10C with the wind chill at about 0F/-17C — not the coldest I’ve ever run in, but pretty close). Then, it was into the slush and snow. I was running on a skating rink, and my hips and my lower back immediately began to ache as a result.

I wasn’t even a tenth of a mile in. Continue reading

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Top of the Heap: The 2017 New York City Marathon (Part Two)

I read, and listened to, a lot of advice in the build up to the big day. Most of it, especially the stuff about not going out too fast, I heeded. I took my own sweet time over the Verrazano and found a good groove from the outset. I also saved a lot of energy by not fighting the pack — another piece of wisdom I had learned weeks before. I deliberately hung back, telling myself that I would pass everyone later.

But there was one piece of advice I’m glad I didn’t take.  Continue reading

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Top of the Heap: The 2017 New York City Marathon (Part One)

In the end, it was everything I had hoped it would be. It was one of those days when it all went right — one of those days that will stay with me for the rest of my life. From hearing the blast of the Staten Island Ferry foghorn to feeling the medal being draped around my neck, every moment, every sensation, is etched into my memory.

OK. I’ll be the first to admit that, at 4:02:17, I wasn’t A-number-one.

At 2:10:53, that honor went to Geoffrey Kamworor.

You couldn’t even call me king of the hill. On the day, those honors really went to Shalane Flanagan, the queen of the hill and the first American woman to win the women’s division in forty years, and to the undisputed king, Meb Keflezighi, who finished his last ever professional marathon — his eleventh New York City Marathon — in eleventh place.

All of them were showered and well into their burgers and beers (or the professional equivalent thereof) by the time I wobbled across the finish line.

But I got to follow in their footsteps. Literally. As far as I am concerned, that meant my day, the whole experience, was the top of the heap.

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