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I am not lost. I just don't know where here is.

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Trying to find my way around a fallen world, I am a child of God, neither fully understanding who God is nor what He says, but knowing and trusting that He is God no matter what I feel. A pilgrim on a life journey bashing my way through, A Singaporean who is passionate about things, a desire to live a life worth living.

Monday, November 03, 2008

Hamilton Wins

Massa fought hard, driving a race that was fantastic, leading the pack. To be fair, he had no need to defend his position; there were no other drivers near him.

But despite all that, despite the effort he put in, struggle and fighting for the championship, indeed winning the race, he did not win the championship.

Hamilton won it.

But the focus should not be on him, it should be on Massa. Massa put his heart and soul into the race, he raced as hard as he could. He fought the good fight, run the good race. (So did hamilton, but Hamilton won). Yet Massa lost.

That is what life is like. We fight the best we can, put on our hearts and soul into war, we wrestle with the circumstances that threaten to overwhelm us. And we lose.

That makes a man a man, a woman, a woman. One who fights, struggles no matter what, gives his best no matter the outcomes. One who gives his all and gives God the responsibility for giving him the resutls. The man who fights knowing he might lose, and still gives his all, is one we respect.

But the man we follow, is the man who is able, after a defeat, arises from the ashes shakes of the dust, pushes off and run hard again.

Sometimes we run the perfect race, yet we lose. Sometimes we are the faithful, and we get stoned. We cry out to God, and the devil responds. We seek for God, and God hides. We do the right thing, and we lose.

But do we pick ourselves up, be unjaded by the experience, and run?

I like to think, I do. No matter what happens, I sob during the event, but like David, I want to rise up after the event, and to worship God.

2 Sa 12:19 - But when David saw that his servants whispered, David perceived that the child was dead: therefore David said unto his servants, Is the child dead? And they said, He is dead.

2 Sa 12:20 Then David arose from the earth, and washed, and anointed [himself], and changed his apparel, and came into the house of the LORD, and worshipped: then he came to his own house; and when he required, they set bread before him, and he did eat.

We learn that later, David comforts his wife, and Solomon is born.

David did not carry his grudge. Last season, Hamilton lost due to inexperience, but this year, he did not carry the grudge, only the lesson. He suffered from racist attacks, yet he did not carry anger, but he pressed on.

Lets hope Massa learns that. To not carry rage, failures, grudges. But to carry lessons, skills. To be pearls and not jade. To shine from tests, not shy from trials.

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