Losing is the pits. Experience has revealed to me that I do not like it. There are lots of platitudes about losing. “Losing is for losers.” “Losing teaches important lessons.” “Losing builds character.” “It doesn’t matter if you win or lose, it’s how you play the game.” I’m not buying it.
One doesn’t have to learn how to lose. There are lots of ways…failure to prepare…lack of practice…over-confidence…bad breaks…choking…just plain lack of ability. You may need to learn how to act when/if you lose, but the actual accomplishment of the experience of losing is easy.
There are different attitudes about losing. For some, if you didn’t win, you lost. It’s like, “Nobody remembers who came in second.” (That’s my category. I’ve been second or above average a lot, but who cares?) Then there are those who are satisfied to just compete, just participate. And God bless those who don’t see everything as a contest. I envy those kinds of people. They are a lot better adjusted and less frustrated than some of the rest of us. (My dear wife says that I’m a lot happier person when I don’t play golf.)
I’ve noticed that most competitive individuals not only have competed in something on a personal participation level, but also are fans of particular sports teams and identify with those teams as if they were actually competing along side of their favorite team. They glory when the team wins and grieve when it loses. One only has to listen to the sports talk shows and the conversations after games to realize how big a deal all this is to the fans. (I haven’t actually made a study, but the common analysis is that if the local team loses, church attendance will be down on Sunday, as well as the offering).
Well, I’m one of those who get so caught up in the games, that since my teams aren’t doing so well lately, I’ve developed a new tact to try and avoid the misery of watching them lose. Thanks to technology, I record the game instead of watching it live. Then, if they lose, I’m spared the angst of watching them fall. If they win, I can relax and watch the game. No sweat. I know the outcome no matter what happens along the way.
Maybe life itself isn’t a contest, but there are sure lots of struggles along the way. Sometimes it seems like the world is in such a mess that it’s all bad, and good is losing. Actually, we are told by the Word of God that in a sense there is a battle going on.
Eph 6:12 For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.
The neat thing is that, just as if it were already recorded, we can know the final outcome of the battle.
Then I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse! The one sitting on it is called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he judges and makes war. His eyes are like a flame of fire, and on his head are many diadems, and he has a name written that no one knows but himself. He is clothed in a robe dipped in blood, and the name by which he is called is The Word of God. And the armies of heaven, arrayed in fine linen, white and pure, were following him on white horses. From his mouth comes a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations, and he will rule them with a rod of iron. He will tread the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God the Almighty. On his robe and on his thigh he has a name written, King of kings and Lord of lords.
(Rev 19:11-16)