The aroma of organic coffee beans, fresh hair gel and musky cologne waft through the air and beckon me to step into the modern amphitheater. The lights grow dim and the crowds push forward, yet the volunteers stand their ground like sentinels at their post – no one blinks and no one moves. Each of
I pried one eye open as my vindictive alarm clock screamed at an unruly 4:46 am that it was day one of what these crazy people call, “Crossfit.” While I finished a marathon once (and never again!) and have generally lived a healthy lifestyle, it’s no secret these Crossfit people are on another planet of
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Years ago, I joined a summer-long outreach with Campus Crusade (Cru). Each Saturday, we would mingle with countless strangers and ask them one question, “What WAS your Spiritual Journey?” Countless backgrounds and stories would pour out — each one diverse and distinct.   A couple of days ago, I found myself faced with the question,