Eleven months ago when I first arrived in Versailles as your new pastor, it was my custom to arise at 5:30 A.M. every morning and run four or five miles before breakfast. I weighed 147 pounds, and for a man of my age, I was in good condition. I was five pounds under my ideal weight, I felt fresh and trim, had a great deal of energy, and slept like a newborn baby. My muscles were firm and tough, I was in excellent health and knew it.

As the months passed, changes have taken place. Partly because of my workaholic nature, partly because of too many bountiful fellowship suppers, and partly because of a mid-winter bout with the flu, I stopped running and exercising regularly. My weight now stands at 170 pounds, my muscles are flabby and out of tone, and there are days when I do not feel well a…