“And Jacob was left alone. And a man wrestled with him until the breaking of the day. When the man saw that he did not prevail against Jacob, he touched his hip socket, and Jacob’s hip was put out of joint as he wrestled with him. Then he said, “Let me go, for the day has broken.” But Jacob said, “I will not let you go unless you bless me.” And he said to him, “What is your name?” And he said, “Jacob.” Then he said, “Your name shall no longer be called Jacob, but Israel, for you have striven with God and with men, and have prevailed.”” (Genesis 32:24–28 ESV)
His opponent was easily a couple inches taller and ten pounds heavier.
He wore the best gear available and an attitude that suggested he knew how to use it.
My son was going to get stomped.
He seemed oblivious to this inevitability as he chatted amicably with the stomper and waited for the match to begin.
There would be two one minute rounds, unless of course, the stomping was so thorough that the second round wasn’t necessary.
I didn’t bother to record the fight as I just wanted to encourage him and prepare condolences and ice packs.
When the first round ended, Trey led by a point.
When the match was over all but one official believed he had won.
No matter the final score, he had a victory.
He had overcome his fears and fought with heart and intelligence.
He had ignored all the odds against him and chosen to fight anyway.
He had refused to believe that the outcome was already determined and was willing to risk loss for the chance to succeed.
He was utterly unconcerned about the opinions of judges or spectators.
He inspired a a very tired old man to do the same.
I’m going to do some wrestling against a far superior opponent…wearing a hip pad.
Make your own application…