My husband is a closet NASCAR fan. Well, not any more. LOL. Obviously, I am not. Not that I have anything against NASCAR or their fans, it’s just that I don’t understand watching cars go around in a circle as fast as they can.
Sometimes I stand and watch for a minute to try and understand what I’m missing. Sometimes I use that an opportunity to ask a really dumb question, like, “What do you meant there’s M & Ms in the car? Gee, do they let them eat in the car?” My husband was clueless. I pressed him, I mean, it’s his sport, right then he should know these things. Come to find out it was the “in car camera” on the M & M car. Truly, I need a clue.
But, finally, in one swift moment, I got it and turned to my husband and say, “You are sitting here watching this and waiting for a crash to happen!” After a prolonged debate, he conceded the point, sort of.
Watching for the crashes in life is why we have to gawk at traffic accidents, no matter the size. It certainly contributes to what makes downhill skiing and cross skiing so heart pounding to watch. Why on earth do they plummet down a mountain of ice and snow (slippery stuff) at a crazy speed on two sticks? If you are successful at it and go faster than anyone else, you get the medal. If you crash, well, it makes for great cable footage. Both winners and crashers get the attention. Both survivors and those who either do or do not make it out of the wreckage of their lives, get attention.
And here’s my prayer (you knew I’d get to something like this, didn’t you?)… that our fascination for watching the crashes in life would move beyond being spectators to being the ones who help people whose lives are a wreck. I would pray that our hearts would ache to the point of action, whether that be prayer or actual face-to-face, hand-in-hand compassion.
Be blessed in the Lord this day!
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