Not a young man anymore

Last week it was my hamstrings...
Now it's my left ankle.

I'm currently in that very awkward phase of youth ministry where I'm in my early thirties.

I'm not young enough to be able to keep pace with an athletic teenage boy.

But I'm also, even delusionary, not old enough to decline whenever they throw down the gauntlet for a "race to be the first one back."

So I'm living in the midst of a battle between body and spirit.

And, as every day passes, the body reminds me that although the spirit might be willing, the flesh is getting weaker...