I grew up valuing toughness. I blew out my knee playing football in high school. Though it was black and blue for three months and I could not bend it in the morning, I did not go to the doctor. Several times, I have had to teach on Sunday morning with deep gashes on my face after being cut with a stick or a puck while playing hockey. My only regret is that they did not leave better scars. In the thirty years that I have worked for the church, I have used eight sick days. To me, being tough is a good thing. Imagine my joy, then, when I decided to preach through 2 Timothy! This letter is full of words like, “guard” (2 Timothy 1:14), “Be s...