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Olympic fever

Yep, we have Olympic fever at my house: watching everything from badminton (who knew THAT would be the big scandal this year??) to soccer to beach volleyball to archery to boxing.

I love most of the sports, but I must admit I can't watch balance beam. It makes me too nervous for those young women. I get anxious. I hide my face. I can't imagine if it were my daughter!

There are always glorious Olympic moments that stay with us forever. I'm still accumulating mine, but top of the list is Oscar Pistorius, the South African man born without legs who participated in track. Running? No legs? Yeah, that's great.

One of the joys of the Olympics is watching men and women use the bodies gave them to excel. If you remember the movie "Chariots of Fire", you will remember that one character (based on a real person), Eric Liddell was a deeply Christian man. He said, "I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast. And when I run I feel His pleasure."

For most of these men and women, they will live a life beyond the competitions they are currently enjoying. They have been made for a purpose. But what joy it is to watch them excel by utilizing the body God gave them with such purpose, excellence and power. And we get to revel in that with the whole world.

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