Going the Second Mile is like . . .

Aikido. There are no offensive moves. One turns an attacker's strength against the attacker himself. The idea here is to win. So I welcome the imposition of power upon me by the other in this relationship.

A God who moves beyond being God. God creates this wonderful universe, like a garden. He sets man in the midst of it. He will walk with man as man begins a journey of discovery. And the evening and the morning were the first mile. But man rejects God in disobedience. Man makes himself God. He worships himself. OK, God thinks, if man is to be god and that's where man is looking, I will become man for him and become his God again, because I love him. And the evening and morning were the Second Mile.

A young mother who, upon losing her first baby in childbirth, immediately begins preparation for the second. She demands that during that second childbirth, which must be caserean, that she remain awake and only be given a local. First mile. Second mile. First childbirth. Second childbirth. And a third and a fourth.

Any other ideas out there?