The usual practice is for folks to hang pictures, plaques and awards on their walls as a reminder of their greatest successes. Trophies line their shelves along with souvenirs of great experiences.
At the end of Amazing Grays-Amazing Grace there is a chapter that describes my greatest failure in life. Until the words appeared on the paper I wasn’t even aware of what that failure was. It was a big one.
I find that I am most blessed by having about me reminders of my greatest failures. Keeping evidence of my failure close at hand serves me so much more than does any prize, degree, or memory of great success. In my study there is a picture of a horse and me. On a shelf below is just one of the bronze trophies he won for World and National Championships. The picture reminds me of miserable failure. The bronze is not a memorial to the amazing day it was won, but just more evidence of how I screwed up.
In that failure I am reminded of the grace I receive daily and how I am equally called upon to give the same to others. The awards of success build us up, allowing us to experience the height of achievement again and again in memory. The reminder of failure brings me closer to God. Knowing that, I am better served by evidence of failure, rather than success.
Is it just me?