All bruised up
I am convinced more than ever that the Christian life, for those who really follow Jesus, is the most adventurous life ever. I remember playing highschool football growing up. I loved it. I loved playing with as much intensity as I could muster. I also remember the day after the game feeling every one of those hits (hits that I had obviously given). I remember strutting around the house proud of every one of those bruises. I always made my mom, dad and my sisters check them all out. So here is the point… I loved what I got to do so much that I didn’t mind the bruises. This last year we closed down the church we started 5 years ago. It was a very painful experience. After several months of great growing lessons, I can still feel some bruises. As I look back now, I’m proud to have had the experience. God is good and he wants for each of us to know him. The only way we get to know him is on the field!!!
I read this the other day and thought it was some good stuff by a guy I met a few years back (Mac Richard)
1. BRUISES MEAN YOU’RE REALLY CONTRIBUTING TO THE TEAM. Players who sit on the sideline never get bruised. They hold clipboards and carry water and critique those who are actually on the field.
2. BRUISES PROVE YOU’RE NOT A PANSY. Players who are afraid to stick their heads in a pileup, block someone bigger than themselves, or tackle a runaway ball-carrier never have to worry about bruises.
3. BRUISES HEAL. Bruises aren’t permanent. What’s a little pain and discoloration in exchange for the unbridled joy and thrill of being on a team that’s moving in the same direction and being someone who contributes to that movement.
4. BRUISES ARE REAL. No one ever got bruised playing a video game. Bruises mean that you’ve moved from virtual reality to actual reality. You’re not talking about it, studying it, or critiquing how other people do it. You’re actually playing the game.
I never want to be the guy sitting on the sidelines with no bruises. I am thrilled about what’s next.