Each time I see an opening ceremony for the Olympics, I wish the world could live in peace, with grace toward all. Of course, I know from my Christian perspective, that the Peaceable Kingdom one day will indeed come. It will not be as John Lennon saw it in “Imagine.” At the risk of copyright infringement, I ask you to look up the lyrics. His world is not the one I want to live in.
As I watched the innocence of the well-rehearsed children’s choirs, and even as we chuckled that President Putin was alone and asleep, I thought that this gathering of world athletes was indeed a good thing, until I remembered that because of the COVID pandemic (ostensibly begun in China and exported around the world) we really could not be united. In a ceremony which exuded technical prowess, where was the human factor? We understand the country is locked down. The athletes are too. The careful controls were evident, although masks were not visible on the Chinese performers, soldiers, dancers, and officials. Once again, just as in our country, we see the “say one thing and do another” by some of our leaders who delight in exercising control.
What, then, are we to learn from the opening of the Olympic games? Once more, beneath the surface, is an elevated sense of man’s accomplishment, his persistence, his energy devoted to excellence, his selfish ambition (perhaps), and his overcoming obstacles to achieve a purpose. Man has always strived to achieve. However, competition necessarily chooses winners and losers, success and failure, and alas, hero worship. The fleeting prize of medals, recognition, and boasts may, like the first chapter of Ecclesiastes, be vanity or nothingness in the long run.
We as spectators can clap, our mouths agape at the thrills, chills, spills, and amazement at what our physical bodies and strong will can achieve. It is glorified entertainment because the outcome has not occurred yet. But, in international relations, we may forget amassed troops at a border, flyovers threatening Taiwan, civil unrest and murder in American cities, race wars which divide the fabric of the greatest nation on earth, and godless secularism and Woke theories destroying our nation from within. As we pause to watch the skaters leap, the skiers fly, or the curlers sweep, let us “imagine” a world where the flags indeed stand in rows of unity for one moment in time.
A career teacher, with forty years of teaching language arts/English, Betty Jackson enjoys wordsmithing, writing, and reading as a vocation and avocation.Retirement is her "age of frosting," a chance to pursue postponed hobbies with gusto. She especially sends kudos to the Space Coast Writers Guild members for their encouragement and advice. Her five books, It's a God Thing!, Job Loss: What's Next? A Step by Step Action Plan, and Bless You Bouquets: A Memoir, And God Chose Joseph: A Christmas Story, and Rocking Chair Porch: Summers at Grandma's are available at Amazon.com. Ms. Jackson is available to speak to local groups and to offer her books at discount for fundraising purposes at her discretion. She and her husband soon celebrate their 47th anniversary, and have lived in New York, New Jersey, Iowa, and now the paradise of Palm Bay, Florida. Their two grown children and daughter-in-love, all orchestra musicians, and our beautiful granddaughters Kaley and Emily live nearby. Hobbies, and probably future topics on her blog: gardening, symphonic music (especially supporting the Space Coast Symphony Orchestra as a volunteer and proud parent of a violinist, a cellist, and an oboist), singing, book clubs, and co-teaching a weekly small-group Bible study for seniors. She volunteers and substitute teaches at Covenant Christian School, and serves as a board member of the Best Yet Set senior group at church. Foundationally, she daily enjoys God's divine appointments called Godincidences, which show God's providence and loving kindness.