Just completed 15 plus miles or 2 hours and 45 minutes of running - miles of great wonder and absolute joy in the movement of my body to be able to run, in the gift of drinking fountains so easily at my disposal, and that I have the luxury of doing something like this - but also moments late in the run of doubt, pain, exhaustion, wanting to quit and wondering if I really can do this (I can't in and of myself - I run in weakness and obedience). And yet, oh the people of Africa, and oh, the streets of Chicago. Did I choose the place of my birth, my economic status, my ability to go to certain high schools, colleges, seminaries? Did I choose to live where I do not struggle to find food for a moment and get satisfied living amongst 20% of the world's population using 80% of its resources? Oh, Hoekstra, what great responsibility!!