Curling

Curling is quickly becoming the most-watched sport, in Italy, from the Olympics. I, being a canuck, am quite familiar with curling, and it's rules. It's actually quite an interesting sport . . . it really is like "chess" on ice . . . so does that make is cooler?

Sorry.

Anyway, the gold medal game - coming up in just an hour - is a big deal in Newfoundland. The "Skip" (i.e. Captain) of the team is a 25 year-old newfie, and he is set to be the first Canadian to win a gold in curling at the olympics. Big news if you're a Canadian that likes curling. Probably not, otherwise.

In anycase, I've been trying to keep up-to-date with the Canadians progress, whilst living in a country other than Canada (so, we don't get a lot of coverage, naturally).

I came across this story today from CBC.ca. It talks about how the young newfie captain recruited a 50 year-old past national champion to be a member of their team. Russ Howard was a team captain of another team in another province for years - won plenty of national championships. Gushue knew that he needed Howard's mind. He needed a man twice his age, with triple the years of curling experience to come in an help him.

Of course, my immediate thought went back to worship. How many of us have said, we need that 60 year old saint to help us direct our worship? How many of us actively seek out the advice one of the elders of our gatherings in directing worship?

The article goes on to describe the relationship between the young newf and the old national champion. There are often discussions, nay, even arguments (OK, so they don't use "nay") among them but Howard says, "The team is united."

Another statement from the article is, "Gushue (the newfie, sorry, I should have said that earlier) used to make mental mistakes. Howard has eliminated that from the equation."

Two generations, coming together, united for a common goal. I wonder if it would work?

Grace.

Des