A Letter to Those Who Raised Me Theologically: On Running with the Baton and Letting Nas Down

Abstract

I can’t watch without finding tears in my eyes—happy tears, as my girls would say. Sometimes it is the effort of the young runners with their determination to never give up even after falling down. At other times I am moved by the great comeback of an anchor leg. Maybe a few of my tears are in memory of the few races that I ran around that historic track.