If there’s anything I love, it’s a good competition. My pulse quickens, my mind is alert, my voice rises, and my fingers are restless. I become simultaneously defensive and offensive. I must win.
Growing up, almost any game could make me antsy–even something as innocent as Go Fish. Backyard sword fights with the neighbors resulted in broken sabers. More than once, a friend accused me of having “anger issues” after some before-school game. Too me, everything was a competition. I gloried in coming out on top.
Let’s face it. Winning is fun. The problem is that no earthly victory is ever going to do me any good. A few months ago, I boxed my collection of trophies from volleyball, soccer, cheerleading, and piano with the realization that those metal figurines are nothing. The artifacts that I hoped would define me in high school are now just dust-collectors. Maybe they did define me for a time, but most of my current friends forget that I ever played piano or cheered.
Slowly, I am learning that I am not my accomplishments.
In I Corinthians 1:31, Paul wrote, “He that glorieth, let him glory in the Lord.” Without Christ’s death and resulting salvation, I would have no reason to be proud of anything (I Corinthians 6:20). Trophies and awards will gather dust and grow old. However, Christ is eternal. I do not know what He has planned for me, but I do know that His plan will ultimately glorify Himself.
I still want to succeed. It is my goal that must change. Rather than earthly success and accolades, my aim must become the ultimate glory of God the Father.
…so that in all things Jesus can have first place.
– Colossians 1:18