So I’m about to write one of the most vulnerable posts ever. I have been watching a lot of the Olympics lately. Including women’s gymnastics. (Insert your laughter here…unless of course, you have been watching it too). And there have been a few unsettling things.

1. How can China make up ages for girls who are like 9 years old? Seriously, we are supposed to believe that they are all 16?
2. The jacked-up scoring system. Anybody watch Nastia get silver even though she tied a Chinese girl? Poor Bela Karolyi. I think he is on the verge of a repeated heart-attack as he has to watch what is happening.

So I’m seriously laying in bed right now and I’m surprisingly bothered by what I saw tonight. It reeks of unfairness and injustice. Why is nobody doing anything about this?

Then that I realized that God could probably care less about who gets which medal and that there are no end to the things that are going on worldwide that are bothering Him much more than I feel right now. Yet I’m not really thinking of any of that. And honestly, I can’t remember the last time I laid in bed pissed off about something like that either. God reminded me of Revelation 6:9-11

“When he opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of those who had been slain because of the word of God and the testimony they had maintained. They called out in a loud voice, ‘How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?’ Then each of them was given a white robe, and they were told to wait a little longer, until the full number of their fellow servants and brothers and sisters were killed just as they had been.”

Talk about injustice. Here I am bothered by women’s gymnastics. So I realize that I still have a ways to go until my heart lines up with Jesus’ heart. But I pray that moments like these would push me to care more and more about the things that God cares about.