Yesterday was a fun day to be a college football fan, especially if one’s favorite team played well, fought a worthy opponent who also played well, and won. If the contest was very close, trials had to be overcome, and the victory wasn’t decided until the last play of the game, all the better! Such was the case for our team, the Montana State Bobcats, as well as two other teams we were rooting for in subsequent games: the Eastern Washington Eagles and the Texas Longhorns. Hubby, a passionate fan and devoted student of the game, was in pigskin paradise.
Maybe you’re like Hubby. Or perhaps you’re like Hubby’s dad who opined, “What’s so great about football? All they do is knock each other down, get up, and knock each other down again.”
In any case, we all are players in this game called life. It’s never easy. Our opponents sometimes loom large—insecurity or infirmity, loneliness or lack, hopelessness or heaviness of spirit—and our faith sometimes feels so feeble. Nevertheless, if we’re on the right team—if Jesus Christ is our head coach, defensive and offensive coordinator, physician, trainer, quarterback, and lineman—victory is assured. And we don't just win--we win big. Allow me to be your cheerleader and shout (kindly insert your name in the blank), “GO-O-O, ______! GO, FIGHT, WIN!”
“It was not by their sword that they won the land,
Nor did their arm bring them victory;
It was Your right hand, Your arm, and the light of Your face,
For You loved them.” –PSALM 44:3