Note to Michael Phelps: Please pull your pants up.
Jeff and I were thrilled to watch Michael Phelps win his first gold medal the other night. And last night, when the USA relay team won gold, it was a thrill to see little Michael and his team mates celebrate with abandon.
But would somebody please tell him to pull his pants up?
I mean, is this standard swimming attire? Mind you, he pulls it off nicely, but this old lady feels a bit—um—odd, seeing that much of him.
Isn’t he awesome?!!!!!!
The swimming events have definitely been the highlight for me so far in this Olympics.
When Michael was swimming the 400 IM, trying for his first medal, I was so nervous for him that I had to cover up my eyes. President Bush was in the audience, and the camera kept zeroing in on Michael’s mom and two sisters. Suddenly, I felt a mother’s anxiety.
“Just tell me how it ends!” I said to hubs as I peeked between my fingers.
But I had to watch.
There is something so satisfying about witnessing a story unfold into completion.
Years of training and hard work. Emotional and physical investment. Sacrifice.
Michael said it best: “Sleep, eat, swim. That’s all I can do.”
All of it leading to this: the Olympics. The end of the story.
Or is it the beginning?
I have been reading the book of Revelation these past couple of weeks. I must admit, a few times during this journey I have felt like covering my eyes and saying, “Just tell me how it ends!”
Of course, we know how it ends, do we not?
I’ve always avoided Revelation because it is so rich in symbolism, steeped in imagery that I don’t understand.
“What’s the big deal?” I”ve always wondered. “I know where I’m going when it’s over. I don’t care about all this eschatology stuff. If I’m saved, I’m saved, right?”
Ahh. But there is something so satisfying about witnessing a story unfold into completion, is there not?
There is a reason John was called to share this Revelation with us. God wants to speak to each one of us through his vision. As I read through commentaries and meditate on these mysterious words, God has whispered some achingly intimate words to me through this story.
I still puzzle over what it all means. I still don’t understand how the end will come. But I am reading this story to completion.
As I watch Michael Phelps swim with all his heart toward his goal, I too am running this race. My heartbeat quickens. My eyes seek the finish.
I just hope my pants don’t fall down in the process.