Have you ever seen the first Rocky movie? You know, the one with Sylvester Stallone. I loved the Rocky movies as a kid, but out of all the movies, I disliked the first one the most. I just couldn’t understand why Rocky lost.
Remember that final fight in the first movie when Rocky gets his butt kicked by Apollo Creed? I can remember it vividly. Rocky comes charging in at Apollo with his gloves by his waist and Creed uses his face as a punching bag. Rocky would fall down…then he was back up again, but only for the purpose of getting his face punched in again by Apollo. I would sit there in my seat screaming internally at Rocky to lift his gloves and protect his face.
I mean come on folks! I was like 7 and I knew good boxing technique was to keep your gloves up. “Lift your gloves Rocky! Dunk! Dunk!” For some reason Rocky didn’t hear my internal screams directed at the television. Instead he continued to walk into Creeds fists. By the end of the fight his faced looked worse than a Pinata at a Honduran kids birthday fiesta.
So why the story about Rocky? Well, to be honest, Rocky’s beat down in movie 1 is kind of what our last month has felt like. Our Honeymoon is over and the battle has begun. The language, homesickness, culture & spiritual warfare have felt like “left jabs” to the soul. I have found myself knocked down and staring at the mat on more than one occasion. It’s not fun…not fun at all!
As a little kid I didn’t understand why Rocky was so great. After all, he was always getting his face punched in, he was always getting clocked with left jabs, (He really did have poor boxing technique) he was always getting knocked down.
But it wasn’t the getting knocked down that made Rocky great…it was the fact that he always got back up. He always returned to his feet. And no matter how bad his eyes swelled up and wobbly his legs were, he always managed to walk back into Apollo creeds fists for another round of beatings.
I want to be that type of man…I want to continue to lift my bloody face off the mat and say lets go one more round.
Proverbs say’s, “When a righteous man falls down he gets back up again.”
So “Cut my eye, Mick!” I’m going in for another round.