“First one to get hurt wins!” – Asher
I don’t remember all the rules of the game, but I do recall how you claimed victory. Asher, my youngest son who has done more of his homework in the ER waiting room than at our kitchen table, has no fear. This is the same child who has declared October as the official “Scar” month. Two years ago he knocked himself unconscious on Halloween. Last year he jumped off of a slide with his tongue out like Michael Jordan. Turns out tongues bleed a lot when you bite 3/4 of the way through them. Just a few weeks ago the tradition continued when Asher fell through a stone table and cut his arm deep enough to make my stomach turn. He currently owns the Reeve record for number of stitches. It’s only four, but I have confidence that Asher will build on that number in the coming years.
The kid has no fear. Or if he does he doesn’t let it control him. He runs fast (yelling “ZOOM” just like The Flash), he leaps off of the steps expecting to be caught (even when I’m not looking), he rides his bike down hills that make me nervous and wants to wrestle constantly. Getting hurt isn’t a concern…it’s a badge of honor! I like to think that, to him, it means he is doing something great.
I wrote a blog the other day about how easy it is to let our (reasonable) fears control our approach to life. There is something inside of us that leans towards self-preservation (and the preservation of those we care about).
But Asher’s onto something.
The very story of God isn’t this way. Jesus didn’t come for self-preservation. He came for self-sacrifice. He lived the mantra, “First one to get hurt, wins” and He expected us to live that way as well.
It’s hard for me to live like Jesus. The rules of Asher’s game are hard to follow. Everything inside of me looks for self-preservation, and that’s not good enough.
According to Asher (and the Gospel)…Those who risk, win.