Good morning. What could be better than a beautiful fall day with your favorite football game to attend? Sorry ladies, but I have had a love affair with football for as long as I can remember. It runs in our family. On those Saturdays when there is no game to attend, our television remains on all day as we watch game after game. Our two grown sons and my Favorite Preacher (their dad) call back and forth, never bothering to even say hello. Would you like to eavesdrop on their conversation?
Ring: “Can you believe that? I told you they have to run the ball more.” This is coming from the stern voice of our ex-running back collage coaching son.
Ring: “Go Eagles!” This shout is heard from the energetic voice of our minister son.
Ring: “They’ve got to do a better job controlling this game at the line of scrimmage.” These authoritative words are from the seasoned voice of my Favorite Preacher.
The more I think about it, we too need to do a better job understanding this controlling factor in our own lives as well as on a football field. Did I hear you say, “Listen, lady, I live with that controlling factor at home, at work and even at church; so don’t remind me of it on my day off.”
Seems to me the key to understanding football is to know what is happening on the field. Even our six year-old granddaughter knows this. At a recent game at a stadium, the Rock, she asked her dad, “Where is that yellow line that tells me how far they have to run to keep the ball; you know, the one I see on television?”
We probably need to establish the fact, at times, we face the controlling enemy and we are the enemy. How is this true? We can answer this question if we stay on the football field.
It goes like this: at times we are part of a team that works together; other times, spears come flying at us from the direction of our own team members. When this happens our mind starts playing tricks on us, “Am I crazy or just plain mean and judgmental?” These double messages cause us to question our sanity.
The greatest temptation when you are being attacked is to pull out the spear and throw it back. If you do, the scrimmage goes on and on and no one wins. During these times you may find an insecure, fearful, jealous and suspicious controller popping up in your face. Know this, many times those who hurt us are wounded and in need of healing.
As a Christian have you ever asked, “Why me, Lord?” Could it be that he has kept us in this game to take the spear out of our hand? One other bit of advice to you and to myself; don’t use the weapons of silent treatment, cold shoulder, withdrawal or putting up walls against your controller. You will definitely run out of first downs if you call those plays.
I’ll be looking for you and that yellow line at the next ballgame.