Every time I watch some cricket, I can’t help but feel the pull towards being more devoted to God.
What’s the connection, you might ask?
Well whenever a batsman scores a 100 runs, or if a bowler takes an important wicket, they implicitly look up to the heavens, thanking the Gods up there for their mercy.
This might seem like a simple gesture. It might even seem reflexive, almost part of a ritual ever since the first times the players of today saw their own idols doing the same on the pitch many decades prior to them.
But the thought of dedicating a small victory to the Infinite Divine is still outstanding.
I wonder about myself then. If and when a small victory does come my way in my own line of work, do I quickly look up in gratitude? Or do I first pat myself on the back for a job well done?
Mostly the latter I think, hopefully someday it’ll be the former.