The following is a guest post from the Rev. Emily C. Heath. Thanks to Tony Lobl’s tweet and HffPost religion for bringing this to my attention.
“I often park on the finish line of the Boston Marathon. 364 days a year it’s just a paint-worn line on the pavement on Boylston Street. It’s right in front of Old South Church, my wife’s home congregation, and I sometimes joke that it is the closest I will ever get to crossing the finish line of the Boston Marathon.
But one day a year, that line means something else. It’s the destination to which everyone who attempts to run 26.2 miles looks ahead. It’s the place that spirit triumphs over pain. It’s the culmination of months, if not years of training. And, for Bostonians, it’s an icon.
When I saw the pictures of Old South shrouded in smoke this afternoon, I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. I still do.”
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