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It was a tight game. I felt nervous when I saw my son losing stamina. The coach yelled at him, and whoa, did he transform into an undaunted warrior. From the sidelines, I imagined Jesus approaching him. He did not lift him by the hand; He gently looked at him at close quarters. “Hey, you’ve got enough strength within you my boy.”

The inspiring scenes that make me gasp during a basketball game are not the puzzling moves, nor the speedy crossovers, neither the magic hoops, nor the last second jumpers. They are those prized moments when a player rises up after a bad fall or an anguished injury, utter weakness giving birth to a giant of will and strength instead.

I still panic whenever my child stumbles. But every time, the real champion rises up to meet even the darkest demons of defeat. He soldiers on.