So I didn’t grow up with a brother. I had a couple of sisters but that’s just different. Tonight I was playing basketball at church and I was on a team with a couple of brothers. One is a college sophomore and the other is a 11th grader. After a game we lost the younger brother was pretty angry at the older brother and started mouthing off. As the rest of us stood around we watched the two of them get in a pretty heated yelling match and almost go to blows. I was totally unsure what to do so I mostly just watched and wondered if someone was going to fight.
Part of me really wishes that I had a brother and had the opportunity to get into a fight with him. There just seems to be something about brothers that makes it ok to fight. I can’t fight my friends because that’s just a bit weird.
Here’s an awkward transition but something that I was thinking about too………the whole Cain and Abel thing from the Bible makes me ponder. I recognize that perhaps the idea of brother was a bit different back then but I still think that it had to have some significance. I can’t imagine what must have gone through Cain’s mind when he killed his brother. Maybe I’m too idealistic but I feel like if I had a brother I’d be his best friend and would always champion him. I’d be the one helping him grow and wanting to make sure his offerings were pleasing.
I have two boys. I love to watch them play. I pray for them a lot that they would be best friends and have an amazing relationship their whole lives. I look forward to seeing them grow up and if they end up fighting on the basketball court I’ll cheer them as they throw punches at each other and hug them when its over.
Hope that last statement doesn’t make me a bad dad.
