it's funny how I only realise this now, the trend down the years should've informed me more about myself.
I'm not much of a sportsman, not because I'm not athletic, but because my heart simply cannot contain the sense of loss that so often accompanies a match gone bad. The more I hear about the things people did in anger, the more I think that sports seem to make more enemies than friends.
Because I'm not satisfied with the begrudging sorrys and handshakes and pats on the back. Because my mind does not escape the awareness that they were truly themselves even in their outbursts of anger.
My heart mourns for what has happened, it burdens me.
But as I was lying on the floor in my room and thinking things through, I wonder why I haven't prayed for others in ING.
And so I sat myself down and prayed. I prayed that somehow people will remember to treasure one another over their victories (I know it sounds very unconvincing seeing that I've won both of the sports I'm in). I pray that the Christians amongst us, esp you Clarence you vulgarities spewing twit, will come to consider honouring God in the way we play.
Even I, I can... use a little bit of not-getting-angry-so-easily.
God what's your plan for ING? It's kinda late. But I pray you give me the eyes to see alright, and then I can start the rhythm by first changing myself.
Whereas for sports, I wonder if I'm right to dislike you.
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