A few years ago my father was part of my church's softball team. Great bunch of older and younger athletes playing other teams in the state church finals. Excitement filled the air as the games began and they all took the field. As the game progressed mistakes and errors were killing our team. Easy routine plays turned into runs and soon our team found themselves in the loser's bracket with their backs to the wall. Time after time the opponent was getting the breaks and our group of men continued to wonder what is going on! Everyone was having a bad weekend. No man was able to step up and take hold of the team and carry them out of the slump they were in.
Until a phone call came. Our church was ready to play, geared up and about to take the field when a phone call came. The other team stretched out and began running sprints to keep their energy flowing until a phone call came. Screams filled the air and the crowd and players looked to the man being held together by the opposing team. I sat on the bleachers on the far side of the field across from the opposing team as men huddled together around a man with terrifying cries. The man just got a call that his brother died in a car accident on the way to the ball field. Both teams gathered together and prayer filled the field of tears.
You see many times even if I could imagine my own will to change the circumstance it seems God has other plans. Those group of guys played horrible for the reason of being there for that man. Sometimes Ive been put into places only to see Gods work being done. Sometimes we miss the chance to save the game to only realize the more important work in life. They didn't bring home the trophy that year. Id rather hold hold my arm out and pray for that man than hold my arm out with a championship trophy anyway.
Until a phone call came. Our church was ready to play, geared up and about to take the field when a phone call came. The other team stretched out and began running sprints to keep their energy flowing until a phone call came. Screams filled the air and the crowd and players looked to the man being held together by the opposing team. I sat on the bleachers on the far side of the field across from the opposing team as men huddled together around a man with terrifying cries. The man just got a call that his brother died in a car accident on the way to the ball field. Both teams gathered together and prayer filled the field of tears.
You see many times even if I could imagine my own will to change the circumstance it seems God has other plans. Those group of guys played horrible for the reason of being there for that man. Sometimes Ive been put into places only to see Gods work being done. Sometimes we miss the chance to save the game to only realize the more important work in life. They didn't bring home the trophy that year. Id rather hold hold my arm out and pray for that man than hold my arm out with a championship trophy anyway.
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