[Risk No. ZERO] My wife hung up the phone as I stood at the doorway ready to head out into the cold for my long run of the week. "Lewis (our next door neighbor) has Strep and the Flu." Immediately I thought the right, loving, and godly thing to do would be to walk over, rap on the door, and offer to pray. I put the idea on the back-burner. On my return from running, I again thought about what I should do. I was sweaty and smelly - two great excuses for heading straight home. Once home, I was in a rush to head back out the door to a birthday party. In case the title or ZERO haven't already drawn your conclusion, I did not walk next door and offer to pray for my hurting neighbor. I should have, not because it is my duty or because God will care less for me if I don't, but simply because Jesus instructed me to treat others the way I would want to be treated. Jesus, help me grow.