A glimpse of Olympic weightlifting

It was wonderful to watch.

Ilya Ilin, the enormous guy on the platform, bent and siezed the bar, got into the crouch position, lifted the bar to his chest, above his head, straightened his legs.

But the wonderful thing to see was the reaction of his coach - a small, weedy, bespectacled man - who punched the air, danced, jumped up and down.

Other weightlifters took their turn. Some succeeded, others failed to lift their bar.

Then "our" guy again. His coach watched from the side. He siezed the bar, lifted it - and secured the gold medal for Khazakhstan.

His coach went berserk ! He jumped, he danced, he hugged and kissed his enormous pupil.

The weightlifter got the gold and its glory.

But there could have been no greater joy than the joy of the coach.

In Christian ministry there's always the danger of it being all about me, my service, what I do, what I've done.

It's not.

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