Jesus,
Every time I hold my wooden sword,
I’m a little happy.
In my Aikido school,
only my teacher could smile
and all other students were uncomfortable when fighting me
even when I was yellow belt and looked weak.
(White, yellow, orange, green, blue, brown and black.
White is the lowest level.
Black is the highest belt.
Black has many levels.
There is no highest level in martial arts.)
When people fought me,
although they were better at using swords than me,
I always defeated them all.
You know why?
My mind was empty.
And their mind was not empty.
So when facing me,
they all feared me.
And I defeated them.
Funny.
Jesus,
I want to master martial arts.
I want to win the physical contests.
So give me your strength.
Love you, Jesus.
Amen.
PTH
