I am in competition with no one. I have no desire to play the game of being better than anyone. I'm simply trying to be better than the person I was yesterday.
The only time I can recall ever being truly angry with my brother was over a game. An argument had arisen over interpretation of the rules and he was as angry with me, I believe, as I was with him.
An incident from our childhood? Sadly, no. We were both full-growed boys and the competition (involving several of our friends) was fierce.
I may have mentioned before that my siblings, though loving and supportive in every way, were every bit as competitive as I was; indomitable in defeat, insufferable in victory.
The incident with Rodney caused me to take a step back and look into my heart. Did I really need to win so badly, was my self-worth so dependent on my having my way, that I would sacrifice this precious relationship to achieve my desire?
In this political season, I found this past week's Sunday School lesson apt. Screwtape instructed Wormwood to direct the patient toward a "party" church.
Did this church, I asked the class, then have streamers, balloons and funny hats?
Obviously not. Obviously the demons had something else in mind.
I forgave my brother and he forgave me, as brothers do.
Hey, where's my funny hat?