The runner runs as command has been issued.  In his hand he carries a torch.  Vibrant fire atop the brilliant base; a blazing, living fire.  Within the flame are every color, dancing in Holy rhythm according to the holy command of He who has sent.

“Do not be entranced by what you carry.  Do not stop your stride to admire what was sent.  Run without ceasing.  Run without pause.  You are sent among the darkness to deliver what the Holy Lord has commanded be displayed before dark souls in a dark place.  He who stops to admire what is sent is like he who ceases planting to admire his planting.  How shall his work continue while pause attends his feet?”

We are given a Holy charge from He who is Holy.  May those who run, by His Grace, run with agile stride.  May His command be encouragement to our desire to serve.  What we carry did not come from us.  We did not invent the Gospel.  We did not help Him shed His Holy blood.  He is King, and rightly so.  Eternity and its work among creation belongs to Him.  May understanding attend our hearts.