Sermon in the Weight Room

The other day, I gave my first sermon in 3 years. After 13 years of Sunday lessons, you can hold forth at the drop of a hat, or a barbell as the case may be. I was in a weight room and my audience was the custodian. I had seen him for several weeks. We exchanged pleasantries, but nothing else save one request about 3 weeks previously to pray for him. I said I would, but didn