Yesterday I was listening to a Kate Bowler interview with theologian Miroslav Wolf about what makes a good, meaningful life. She said, "When we look at the reverse of this sort of happiness obsession [in US culture] and we look at what it means to live with what the world views as losing--illness, pain, grief, suffering-- what what do you think that flourishing might look like when we are, on the surface, losing in the game of life? Wolf's and Bowler's thoughts on this are worth pondering. One that thing that flourishing means to me is re-inhabiting my body and reclaiming some physical strength. Tomorrow (July 28) marks one year since the terrifying flight home from Germany with what turned out to be pulmonary emboli, plus COVID to boot. I can't describe how weak I was during the flight and even after I was hooked up to a massive oxygen flow in the hospital. I couldn't walk or lift my butt off the hospital bed. Turning over in bed was a Herculean effort. Wh...