I watched the Olympics when it started and last week when my parents had company, my mom was recovering from her knee surgery, and I had last Tuesday night off of volunteering to watch the USA win the women's gymnastics team finals (GO FINAL 5!)
What I realized that I was missing and that I really didn't miss, was politics. And no terrorists attacks, as far as I know. I didn't worry about who to vote for, or about terrorists committing another atrocity. Instead I cheered for athletes. I cheered when they won, I cried when they cried. I felt like a part of something bigger. I felt united with the world, which I had not felt for a long time.
Is this the secret? Giving politicians and terrorists a game to play, instead of a battle to fight? I saw images of sportsmanship, like when the 2 female runners fell and helped each other up, losing any chance at a medal. I saw people cry as their anthems played, hug and congratulate each other. I saw people celebrating with others around the world at the opening ceremony. I saw the refugee team, and cried.
The Olympics gives us a chance to see that we are not enemies. We are human, a part of the great race, made in the image of God. Too often we don't reflect His glory. But for these 2 short weeks, every other year, we can see the best of humanity. We can see that we are not so different. Most of us just want to live our lives, love our families, and be at peace. That doesn't seem like much to ask for, but it becomes impossible to gain. I suppose that after all we are human. It is easier to fight and hate than it is to love and be at peace.
I wish it was easier to love and be at peace.