I was watching a kid's show in which a young man, gifted with special abilities, was
in a training exercise with a group of young super heroes.
The group he was with was split into three groups. He was in the first group with only
a young man who got caught in a trap. So he left him and went on and said he'd be back
with others to help him.
He went by the next group and as he ran past he saw that they were caught in a trap, too-
he ran on saying he'd be back after them, too.
Then another, he ran past, caught under a net.
He said he couldn't stop- he ran on by, and by then you knew he was not really
interested in helping the people, or caring about them or getting help, really,- but
something else was driving him. You then realized he only trying to get to the finish
line, - to win.
They were secondary in his thoughts, winning was only on his mind as he ran.
As he approached the finish line he bumped into his instructor and fell down at the
He said, to the instructor, -did I win?
And the instructor said, -you can ask yourself that- knowing he'd left everyone behind.
Without helping them or stopping.
Did we win? Not if we didn't care about what happened to the others we passed on the
way, to care about them. The race wasn't in the finish line. The win was in the love
and care shown to each one. The life of Jesus.
We can ask ourselves the same. Did we win? It depends on the way we played the game.
Did we play it in Jesus' life and love and care for others?