The World’s Fittest Man has been announced through the unique labours of Crossfit. I am not quite sure how a single commercial venture can actually claim to test the World’s Fittest, but who am I to argue, I couldn’t do a single one of their crazy exercises. Now Mr Froning may not be the best target for my ire, but my issue is that of passing of individual achievement and success as a measure of God’s love. (I would also argue that Rich breaches the Galatians 6:14 verse that he ascribes to, isn’t it boastful to even enter a competition called the World’s Fittest?). The report says that he credits God for what he has achieved, does this mean that God loves the Second World’s fittest just a little bit less, or is the way that Rich words his prayers a little more direct, or eloquent?
I watched a tennis match a few years ago and watched the favourite miss the Match Point 7 times, and then made the sign of the cross, and finally won the match. Was God just messing with him? Did God love the other dude more than him, but the sign of the cross got him over the line? By this logic, what we should see is that nations who have a higher percentage of Christianity should therefore win the matches or games that they are in, shouldn’t they? Someone should really tell this to the Chinese in the Olympic medal tally.
Regardless of medal tallies and matches won, I find it exceptionally disconcerting that religion is not only used to explain the big events in life, but also the small. People are ‘blessed’ to have healthy children, they ‘Thank God’ that they have a job. If there was a God, why would he care for you and you alone. This, to me, is the height of Christian arrogance, to believe that you have been given priority seating in the game of life simply because of your faith. Adults can go ahead and believe this, that is their right to choose this belief system, but I want to ask, what is it that we are teaching children when we thank God for achievements? To me it denies personal responsibility and control, it assumes that we are at the whim of an entity we can never see or experience. As a result children lose sight of what is their responsibility and what is not their responsibility, they think that when good things happen it is because of God, but when bad things happen is because their belief wasn’t strong enough, or that they were being tested (rather than good old fashion shit luck, or chance and probability).
So what ever happened to a bit of hard work that you can claim as your own. God didn’t get you out of bed to train this morning, to sacrifice relationships for your sport, to injure and heal, you did that. Take some responsibility, you are fucking awesome.