Can you imagine what sports would be like if we didn’t keep score? What would be the fun in that? How would we decide who would make it to the Super Bowl? Would we even have a Super Bowl?
Think about it, when you walk into the livingroom on any Sunday afternoon what’s the first question you always ask? “What’s the score?”
Keeping score is important. It separates winners from losers. It separates those who are right from those who are wrong.
The one place where keeping score doesn’t work so well, however, is in the area of relationships. Apparently those truly in love don’t keep an accounting of each other’s rights and wrongs. I know this because I hear it at every wedding I go to. Someone’s aunt, or sister or best friend stumbles through a reading of 1 Corinthians 13. You probably know the one: “Love is patient, love is kind, it is not envious” blah blah blah.
I’m not much of a church-going girl, but I decided some time ago to use that verse as a yardstick for my own relationships. When I stop keeping score …stop worrying about who paid the last dinner check…who got to choose the last movie we saw … who does more housework…maybe THEN it will finally be true love.
But, I can’t imagine a time when I won’t keep track of that stuff. Won’t remember who said “I’m sorry” the last time we had a fight… or won’t remember who the last one was to take out the trash.
In tennis a score of love is a big fat zero. I can’t help but believe there’s a message in there somewhere. Now, if I could just figure out what that is….