We practice, and practice, and practice some more
With weight-training workouts, and sprints by the score
Though I don’t really know what we do it all for—
Which makes all this effort seem odd
We work through more pain than we care to admit;
The coaches and trainers, as well, do their bit,
In the end though, we know that it doesn’t mean shit—
We’re giving the credit to God.
Watching the US Olympic Games Tryouts, I am struck by something–just how many people won because it was God’s plan. I mean, these people are not here by luck; they have worked extraordinarily hard to get to these heights, and they have had a great deal of help from a great many people along the way. But God gets credit.
I remember in one of my classes, one student calling Michael Jordan a “naturally gifted” athlete, and another student calling that a racist claim, minimizing the hard work, effort, and study that it took to become the best at the game. Attributing his success to anything but his effort, the second student asserted, was insulting.
But these athletes, themselves, are giving credit away. And God hates losers, apparently. Well, mostly.