My son reports that two years ago (when he was 4) he remembers watching the Olympics in Vancouver, but this show is completely different. His little sponge of a brain is taking it all in and leaving no time for boredom.
My husband's reason for being drawn in to the show is diametrically opposite--he is watching for clues to tell him if he needs to mute the volume or change the channel. His critical eye is evaluating each dance move, each drum beat, his finger poised and ready to save the innocent brain cells of his son.
Me? I'm sitting there, wondering what I can spin for a blog post. And then the boring-est part of all starts--the speeches. First some British guy, then the president of something. And wouldn't you know? From one of the speeches came the inspiration for this post.
How inspiring! Hearing those words made me want to join a gym and work like crazy and in four years, sign up for the Olympics. And then it hit me. How awesome would it be to be able to leave that kind of spiritual legacy to my kid(s)? Not running and jumping, but it would be winning souls and sending out missionaries, so that on my deathbed, I could tell my child(ren) and grandchildren that when it came time to do the important stuff, I did it right. It reminds me of the song, Find us Faithful. (Skip ahead--he talks until 2:35.)
As a complete side note, it is interesting that while the opening ceremony was so loud and boisterous, there was no substance to it. The speeches almost put me to sleep (my husband did sleep through them), but there lay the nuggets.
"But the LORD was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice." 1 Kings 19:11-12