Here we are after I totally built a better snowman than him. Just kidding, we did this one together (mostly me).
“No one likes a sore loser” was a refrain I heard often growing up. Not directed at me, of course; always it was my pouty, whiny brother in law who never knew how to take a loss.
Whether it was shooting each other on Goldeneye for the N64 or wheeling and dealing in order to land Boardwalk on Monopoly, my poor brother in law never got to win. And oh, how he hated losing. Which is such a shame because he was so good at it.
Much as I would like to continue on with my brother-bashing, I must turn my attention to…myself.
Though I was such a constant winner, and he a constant whiner, the fact is neither of us handled it very well. You see, though he pouted and huffed and puffed, I tended to dance and grin and point and laugh. I was, alas, a sore winner.
SPIRITUAL APPLICATION:
Christian, you’re going to Heaven. Be happy about it. Rejoice and be exceeding glad, for great is your reward.
Having said that, don’t start thinking you’re somehow better than those who remain lost. You’re not better; you’re just better off. You’re heading to a far better place. That’s not cause for gloating, that’s cause for sadness at the thought of how many aren’t going to make it.
So don’t shrug your shoulders at the preaching of the Gospel and at the Great Commission of Christ. Don’t throw you hands up and say “Who cares? I’m going to Heaven!”
Because God doesn’t like a sore winner any more than my mother did when she punished me for gloating.
You know,
cause I won all the time.
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