So, I was running the other day, yes I have picked up running a little, at least until my knee kaputts. I am training for my big whopping 4-5 mile leg of the "Beach to Bay" marathon in May with 5 of my other superstar friends, all of which can run a 1/2 marathon with ease. Anyway... that is besides the point. So there I was, 1/2 mile into my run wondering if any of my neighbors could tell I was not a "runner". I pretended sufficiently, I think to run in a straight line. As I concentrated on my form but not too intensely as to bring attention to myself, I saw in the blurry distance our sweet missionaries Elder Coffey and Elder Workman, 2 exceptional missionaries, doing a lot of good for a lot of people. They were out tracking the neighborhood, I saw them ditch their bikes then make their confident approach to the door of an unsuspecting stranger about to be offered the moat incredible gift. As I proceeded my jog down the road I wondered if I should yell "hey missionaries!" or stop and wait to say hi but too many worries worried me about that so I kept on running. While out of the corner of my eye I was watching their body language, a posture of humble rejection as they shook the hand of this stranger man and bid farewell. At which point I ran faster towards the end of the street to avoid having to ask them about their brief encounter.
As I ran the remainder of my course I was in a trance.... I quickly shifted my playlist to MOTAB and pondered about the Book of Mormon and all that is taught about how easy it is to forget our God in times of ease. We live in an area where you could suppose there is a great deal of ease relative to the general population, this section of our neighborhood particularly so. Now we are not rich by ANY stretch of the imagination but we are comfortable and sometimes I wonder if we are too comfortable. I have wondered, had I not had the gospel in my life from the time I was born, would I have listened to those sharp, intelligent, clean cut young men with smiles on their faces and light in their eyes? Would I be able to see it if I were rich and unteachable by anything other than money and material things. Would I be like that stranger man and shut the door before the offering of the plan of happiness had even been made.....?
I will never think of my running shoes the same. When I put those ladies on my feet, I can not help but remember the thoughts that poured through my spirit that day when on my run, feelings of wishing we were poor. If we were poor, people would become more important than the things money can buy. Relationships are paramount over things always but I think the less you have of the material things, perspective naturally changes with the help of humility and needing more than just yourself. We all agree that being poor economically is not usually a desired blessing. The Savior said "Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven." (Matt. 5:3.) If I am never poor then, I can pray I will always be humble, teachable and poor in spirit. Humility in this case refers to subjecting oneself to the Lord in all things. That is the kind of poor I always want to be. That stranger man who lives down the street in that big fancy house may really be the poor one. If he only knew and understood how "rich" in blessings the gospel of Jesus Christ truly is.
I know these things to be true! In the name of Jesus Christ
Amen



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