Monday, August 30, 2021

Basketball

     One year I had a class that got into playing basketball. Well, I guess you could call it basketball. There were a lot of fuzzy spots on the rules, the teacher never having taken an interest in the sport before. But we made do, and made up rules we weren't sure about on the spot. This particular year there was an even number of boys and girls in the class, so they often liked to play with boys versus girls for teams.
    Of course, as is usually the case, the boys team was bigger, faster, stronger, and better at making baskets. The girls left the court exhausted and without a single point to their names. But then something changed. The girls learned to work together. They figured out how to pass. Not grand, long passes, but short, accurate ones. They learned to back each other up and to wait in an unguarded spot for the ball. The boys, meanwhile, continued to play a version of each man for himself. They preferred to snatch the ball, sometimes even from their own teammates, and make a drive for the basket, hoping to snag the glory of the moment. The boys couldn't believe it when the girls actually started winning. Their dismay was so complete I almost felt sorry for them. 
    How have you found the basketball games in your life lately? In order to stay faithful in these last days, we must learn to work together. We need to trust our teammates. We need to learn to share our burdens with others. We must find the relief in learning to give and take. We have to blend together into a unified team, not attempting to become the MVP by doing all the work ourselves. 
    There are days, yes, that it looks like the rest of the team has entirely lost all common sense. We are left standing unguarded before the basket while everyone else seems to be busy with the ball down the court. But it is true that if the Evil One has left us thus, he surely considers us no threat.
    Sometimes we feel it is our duty to carry our burdens with no help. Perhaps we haven't learned to trust our fellow teammates. Perhaps we don't trust our captain or coach or the Owner of the Team. Maybe we are too proud to admit to needing help. Don't be! One player is never expected to stand against an entire team. 
    There are even days we try to take other people's burdens, snatching straight from their dismayed fingers a ball that it is not our job to carry, although it is not the right time and we are not in the right position for the job. It sometimes seems so difficult to hear the quiet voice from the sidelines over our own eager minds.
    Blending together, we will become a force to be reckoned with. As we learn to act with one mind toward the common goal of Heaven, we will learn also that there are days we need to give up the things that we have valued so much. Other days we will need to accept that we have work to do, not just relaxing on the sidelines. As we learn this back and forth, we will find ourselves growing together with the rest of the team.
    The Psalmist says Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity! (Psalms 133:1) We don't have to do it by our own humanness. On our own we are not able to make the kind of sacrificing of our ideas that being part of the team requires. Of ourselves we cannot always bear the entire burden. There are times we acquire a twisted ankle. There are days the other team sends guards so large and fierce we can't begin to see a way past them. But remember, we are part of a team, and the Owner has promised ...where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I in the midst of them (Matthew 18:20). 
    I want to learn to play a better game, to trust my team, to pass the ball, to not try to be my own MVP. And to you, I would like to say thank you. Thank you for being faithful. It is a privilege and blessing beyond compare to play beside you on the same team.
    Wishing you a blessed day!

Saturday, August 21, 2021

Psalm 13

     My heart was so heavy I could hardly bear the pain and grief, the aching turmoil inside. I took up my Bible and began to read, searching for relief. And then I found Psalm 13. The very first verse caught at my heart: How long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me? Here was someone else, crying out to God in the same way I felt in my own heart!
    In the next verse, King David continued his agonized questioning: How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? How long shall mine enemy be exalted over me? What a perfect description! I, too, was bound up with conflicting thoughts. I felt beleaguered by the Devil, searching desperately for God's hand.
    Consider and hear me, O Lord my God: lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death. Yes, oh, yes! I needed light and direction. Surely this dark confusion would lead to death. Lest mine enemy say, I have prevailed against him; and those that trouble me rejoice when I am moved. "Well, God," I thought, perhaps a bit bitterly, "aren't You supposed to be sending in the cavalry about now?" Was there to be no happy ending to David's plight? If he, even the king of God's own choosing, got no relief, how could I expect it? My anguished soul turned to verse eight:
    But I have trusted in thy mercy; my heart shall rejoice in thy salvation. I will sing unto the Lord, because he hath dealt bountifully with me. And there the Psalm ended, with David singing praises in the valley, being thankful in the storm, seeing beauty in the midst of ashes.
    My heart filled with hope and my eyes with tears. Clearly God had sent me this message. Surely I was to take the same steps as David, trusting Him, thanking Him, praising Him, recognizing His mercy in the midst of trial.
    Throughout the next few days, Satan continued to attack me with doubts and fears, questions and darkness. When the weight became too heavy, I would find Psalm 13 in my Bible or on my phone. I would read it again and again until the light broke through and my heart became calm. 
    Maybe something about this experience felt familiar to you, too. The darkness and fears that Satan is attempting to use as a device that separates us from God. The doubts and hopelessness, the days it seems there is no reason or way to begin to trust. The Evil One is a master at putting wedges in our hearts that make us believe God no longer cares nor understands, and I must fight alone.
    We cannot understand all the things God allows us to face, but as the familiar quote says, "When God closes the door, I will praise Him in the hallway." Whatever the trial or tribulation I find myself in, whatever disasters befall in the world around me, I want to turn toward the One whom my soul loves. I want to choose faith and hope in Him, and let His praises re-echo in the hallway.

Enthusiasm

  "Enthusiasm is a form of social courage." -Gretchen Rubin I was in seventh or eighth grade when we did a writing exercise where ...