I don’t know about you, but I’ve been going through Olympic withdrawal. Doubtless when Paul was writing to the believers who lived in Corinth, one of the chief cities in Greece at the time, he was making reference to what we now know as the Ancient Olympic Games. The Olympic Games began in Greece seven centuries before Christ’s birth and took place every four years for over a millennia until the Romans finally put an end to them around 400 AD.
Paul’s readers would have understood, just as we do, that Olympic glory can be a great motivator to embrace self discipline and the sacrifices required to get there. If you are anything like me, having spent way too many hours watching the plethora of London Olympic coverage available on smart phones, iPads, computers and TV, you would doubtless agree. So many of the competitions and gold medal stories were in a word – inspirational. It makes you want to get off the couch, get out there and actually start doing some training yourself. The harsh realization for me however is that the only sport I would even have an outside chance of competing in at my age in Rio de Janeiro is dressage, since the oldest person at this Olympics was a 71 year old Japanese dressage rider. Unfortunately I do not have a horse and besides I am allergic to them. And so goes my Olympic dream and I can only say with Shakespeare’s King Richard “a horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse.”