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Writer's pictureSam John

A Good Man.

A Good Man.


Nice Guys finish last.

I hated this turn of phrase.

I was the nice guy for most of my life.

And it creates this unrealistic narrative that your nice behavior brings you everything you want.


Whether you are nice or not, this life is 50% good and 50% bad.

This corrupting narrative that your kindness deserves some kind of medal or reward disgusts me.


And then… I found myself believing it.

For years, I mourned the reality that I couldn’t help but be loving…

Even to those who hurt me…


And I relished in the pain and victimhood associated with finishing last.


And then, it dawned on me.

I’m not running this race.

My hope isn’t in this world.

It isn’t in people loving me back.

It’s in the love I bring.


The hope I carry.

And the joy that my Savior has placed in my heart.


I’m not a nice guy. I’m a good man. And I’d rather finish last in the race that this world sets before me while loving people unceasingly…

And be called “good and faithful servant” in the eternity where my hope lies.


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