Jesus Didn't Tap.

I'm a fan of UFC. For anyone who is unfamiliar, it's the Ultimate Fighting Championship. I don't always know all the fancy names for the moves, but I love the show non-the-less.

My husband loves it. He could tell you the name of every fighter, what makes them better, what makes them weaker, and whether or not they are trained in Jiu-Jitsu.

I'd say he's a way bigger fan. It's inevitable, when he and my brother Chris get together, that that's going to be just about all they talk about beides cars.

Well, a while back my husband and I were watching UFC, stuffing ourselves with ice cream and popcorn.

The fight we were watching was pretty intense. Both of the fighters were good. It was hard to predict who would take the win.

One would get in a good punch and a moment later the other would get in a leg kick.

Both their faces were looking pretty rough by the end and there was blood coming from everywhere.

I was on the edge of my seat.

Without taking my eyes off the tv screen, I spooned in a mouth-full of ice cream.

And then bam!

One fighter had knocked the other to the ground. And then they began to wrestle.

"This is how he takes his wins..." My husband says of the fighter who'd just knocked the other down.

The other fighter was struggling to get his arms free. He struggled to get a punch in. His legs flailed as he struggled to work his way out of the grip of the other fighter.

But the other fighter was too strong and soon had him in some kind of headlock with a fancy name that my husband called out.

"Ooooo, he's going to tap out." My husband leans up from the couch and focuses closely on the tv screen.

I kept my eyes glued to the tv, as well. And sure enough, not ten seconds later, the fighter tapped.

Wow.

When I exhaled, I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath.

The best fights are the ones you can't predict, the ones that keep you on the edge of your seat, the ones that keep you from blinking...

I sat back against the couch and watched as Joe Rogan walked onto the rink to interview the winner, by way of tap out.

He'd been asking the guy the usual question for about two minutes when I looked down at the fighter's sponser covered jersey. In the middle of the sea of logos were the words: Jesus didn't tap.

Wow. No, He didn't.

Jesus could have summonded an army of angels to save Him from His bloody death on that cross.

But He didn't.

He didn't tap.

And in the end, He won the fight. The Ultimate Champion. Over death, over the grave, over Satan.

Because He didn't surrender, He didn't chicken out, He didn't tap out.


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