Suddenly there was silence, Walker was down, laying still almost as if he was half dead. Blood oozing from the corner of his left eye. The referee’s body language suggested he was calling it in, everyone in the arena knew it was all over. For what seemed like a lifetime, no one moved, no one said nothing. As I was still wondering what was going on through his mind, Walker lifted his hand up and like a man who had just been pumped with renewed strength from God knows where, he grabbed one of the boxing ring ropes, lifted himself up, wiped the blood on his brow with the back of his hand and doubled his fists ready to finish what he had started.

Humanity is naturally needy. We constantly are in need of having someone to encourage us, someone to tell us they love us, someone to tell us ‘it is gonna be alright’, someone to whisper ‘excellent, keep going’, someone to cheer us on as we sojourn in this journey called life. But really, what happens when the dust has settled down, the music has faded, the noise has died, the night has creeped in, the last flame of the fire has fizzled out, everyone has gone and you are left all but alone, what happens?

Genesis 48:2 When Jacob was told, “Your son Joseph has come to you,” Israel rallied his strength and sat up on the bed.

See, Jacob was old and sick sleeping on his ‘death bed’ perhaps waiting for his hour of reckoning to go and rest with his ancestors but when he heard that his son Joseph had come to see him, he strengthened himself and sat up on the bed.