We are the champions, my friends
And we’ll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions, we are the champions
No time for losers ’cause we are the champions of the world
I’ve often mused on this old Queen song….
On Saturday Norwich City drew 2-2 with Barnsley, their final match of the season. They won the league! Smiles, trophy, celebrations… We are the champions!
Yesterday Rachel enjoyed watching the tennis. Alexander Zverev’s three-set victory over Matteo Berrettini won him the Madrid Open.
Pete watched Lewis Hamilton win the Spanish Grand Prix, overtaking Max Verstappen on lap 60….
Winners, losers – that‘s the nature of sport.
Over the last few days we’ve been following the results of local elections. We continue to see how it unfolds… Kier Starmer, Nicola Sturgeon… political winners and losers.
I heard Nik Johnson, newly elected mayor of Cambridgeshire and Peterborough talking about his vision of ‘compassion, co-operation and community’. That doesn’t sound like the cut-throat competition of winners and losers.
Yesterday Tracey wrote: ’27 years ago today I went to my first AA meeting. Turned my life around, just really grateful to have had 27 years continued sobriety from my 1st meeting, thanks to all who have helped me on my journey.
Amongst many messages of congratulations Rebecca wrote: ’I have 47 days of abstinence… in Overeaters Anonymous. Recovery is such a blessing…’
27 years, 47 days… Tracey and Rebecaa are certainly winners.
…musing on the counter-intuitive gospel narrative… Jesus deliberately went out of his way to meet those who the local community viewed as losers; he saw potential; to him they were winners…
…and when his followers argued about who was the greatest, he talked about being like a little child and ‘He who is least among you all he is the greatest.’
The least are the greatest, the humble can be proud, powerless children are champions, losers are winners.
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