Several times during the night I was awakened by the thought of how much the life of a Christian is like a football game. The apostle Paul equated it to a race, but I have found it so much more like a football game. No matter how many times he fails, the Christian with a heart for the goal will rise and try again. The stands are full of "a great cloud of witnesses" cheering him on! Our receiver knows he must press on toward the mark because there are others depending on him to make that goal.
Envision with me, if you will, a young Christian we will call the receiver. He is lined up behind those who will go before him in hopes of making the way straight. The blessing is snapped to his guardian angel to be passed to him as he runs toward the goal. Our young Christian knows the route he must travel and he desperately tries to run that very route, but he is pursued by those who would deflect him from his goal. He is, in many instances, hit with the force of a semi truck just as he reaches for the blessing. He falls, he is hurt, he is humiliated, but he is not out. He rises and lines up to make that try again...
In life, we receive many bumps and bruises, and we even fail miserably at times, but the prize set before us is worth every injury to body, mind, and soul. I truly want to hear the words "Well done my good and faithful servant, enter in." I want the score board of my life to reflect a WIN for the kingdom of God.
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