Jesus said to go two miles when forced to go only one. He must have known something about that extra distance. Is that where life—the life of a servant—truly begins? No longer bored and tired, plain and dull? This is where we leave the safety of our buildings and go out into the messy world. We discover lives of fresh, free-flowing freedom, red-faced passion, blood and beauty, blatant sacrifice, and wild, dangerous action. Here is where our hands get dirty and our feet scarred, when we go beyond ordinary and inhabit the second mile.