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Of course, we all lose sight of it.
In the heat of the game, in the fever of the competition, we - ah so easily - forget that there could possibly be more important things in life than winning
that Cup.
Than reaching that goal.
Than accomplishing that mission.
We are so God-damn focused on the prize we lose sight of the people - soft, vulnerable, injurable people around us.
For a while it all makes sense to our logic-driven, winning-driven,
training-driven, rational and competitive, glory-seeking world. The world that without batting an eye would
sacrifice one life for the perceived good of the higher goal. Loftier mission.
Until life serves us a surprise.
A ruthlessness so gentle that it reminds us how hopelessly lost
we’ve become, how utterly blind to what truly matters… what’s really important…
.
A mercy so severe it permanently re-configures our emotional
landscape. A grace that takes us out of the game, makes us impervious to the
allure of its prestige because something precious got lost between the plays…
the upheaval so great we would gladly give up the Cup and all its benefits in
exchange for this one injured brother… one crippled child of God laying limp on
the stretcher…
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