We finally got to see some of the Olympics
action this week. The girls’ gymnastics
squad did a great job coming back from early mess-ups. I actually peeked at the spoiler alert on
line earlier in the day and saw that they had won. I didn’t let on to Chris,
and it was still fun to watch anyway. I’ve
had a thing for gymnastics since I was the trainer assistant for the gymnastics
team back in college. I taped ankles for
the basketball team as well, and the gymnastics guys were much nicer by
far.
It was sad about Russia’s melt-down. At least they don’t have the same worries
after defeat that they did back during Cold War days. At least I hope they don’t. You know, now that I think about it, I don’t
know for sure what happened “back during Cold War days.” That was the whole point with it being a Cold
War. Neither side knew for sure what the
other side was thinking or doing behind closed doors. And I guess for the most part we still don’t. The target for the mistrust has kind of
shifted further east, and there is much less posturing and bragging and warning
about dropping bombs and such. But “love
for fellow man” is certainly not an accomplished goal. Just goes to show that … lasting,
life-changing love lifting lackadaisical leaders leans liberally Lord-ward. Say that three times really fast.
Psalms 19:4-6 says, “In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun, which is like a
bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion, like a champion rejoicing to run his
course. It rises at one end of the heavens and makes
its circuit to the other; nothing is hidden from its heat.”
Father, use this weekend to do some life-changing. Amen.
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