Today would have been Rich Mullin's 57th birthday (and, oddly enough, Keith Green's 55th). Rich was a man who ran after God, come what may. This, of course, made him dangerous, and a poet of great depth. And sure enough, his life bore the scars of a race run well. He died "with a whirlwind to fuel my chariot of fire" like Elijah, just as he wanted, in September of 1997.