Even before I begin this post, I want to give a shout out for the Nadal-Federer Wimbledon final, which was EPIC!
But to focus on a considerably less epic match, my buddy PS and I were playing earlier this week. After a particularly difficult service game, which he eventually won, PS declaired, “I went through every conceivable human emotion during that game.” During the following game (my service), I double-faulted twice, never got a first serve in, dumped an easy forehand into the net, and yet somehow managed to hold serve. I thought to myself, huh, that game was a metaphor for our lives: full of struggle and brokenness, but with redemption possible in the end. (ok, it’s not theologically perfect, but hey, it’s just tennis, work with me here.
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Ha, nice metaphor! I miss tennis. Haven’t found a comparable partner willing to play in years . . . many years.