Our boys really like to wrestle. Not professional wrestling, but the kind of grappling and back and forth that appears to be a right of passage for so many boys.
It doesn’t seem to matter how big the opponent or how little the boy, the contest thrives on the challenge of the insurmountable odds. The belief that “If I can’t do it now, one day I will.” prevails over all good common sense.
Last night our young son took on a man who is a dear friend. This friend has two boys of his own and knew exactly what was coming. Our son approached, our friend grinned. Our son made his move, our friend smiled, our son sat on the floor, our friend laughed, our son laughed, waited and tried again… same result.
When he was just a little boy, probably only three years old, I remember him bumping into the legs of one of the men at our Assembly. This man is well over six feet and solidly built. To our toddler, those legs must have been like tree trunks. Can you guess what he did? In my mind it would have made perfect sense to simply go around these big legs. But no! Our little boy backed up and tried to go through them. Of course he ended up sitting down as he bounced off for a second time.
The perseverance that drives him (and so many boys) to be more physically is such a picture to me of the perseverance that we could/should all exhibit in our pursuit to grow in the Lord. Never growing weary, never giving up. No matter how hard it is or how unattainable it may seem our goal should be to keep on trying until we get it right.
In Genesis 32:22 – 31, Jacob wrestled with God. There was nothing in his favour except the determination to succeed and as a result, God blessed him.