The Dream Team
“With only a few seconds left, only a three point shot can win this championship” said the announcer. “The ball is inbounded to Pedro Santos; Santos dribbles towards the basket; three…two…he shoots; one…zero and SWISH! Santos wins the game! Santos wins the game! The crowd is going wild! Santos is now being lifted onto the shoulders of his teammates. Once again Santos wins a game with last second heroics and this game, the Championship!”
“Hey, Pedro! Pedro, are you daydreaming again?” It was his neighbor and classmate Jason.
“Oh, hi Jason, I didn’t know anyone was listening.” Pedro said a little embarrassed.
“Give it up Pedro! You’ll never be an NBA star. You can’t even make our school’s basketball team. I noticed your name wasn’t on the list. My name, on the other hand, was right up there. Number one!”
“That’s because your last name begins with an A.” Pedro thought. He added, “You don’t have to rub it in. Wait till next year. I’ll make the team next year. You just wait and see!”
“Sure, I’ll wait.” Jason said. “I’ll be playing on the team, becoming the MVP, and we will see you next year!
Pedro knew that Jason’s words shouldn’t bother him, but they did. He had tried so hard to make the team but had come up short. After the tryout he had felt so good. He was sure he had made the team until the moment he looked up at the sheet the Coach put on the bulletin board. His name wasn’t on the list. Since then he had tried to figure out where he had gone wrong. Now, Jason’s teasing struck at him like a bad pass that hits you in the chest.
Pedro Sr. was sitting in his favorite chair when Pedro came in and plopped himself down on the sofa.
“What’s wrong champ?” his father asked.
“Oh, nothing, just stuff.”
“Well if you ever need to talk, I’ll be ….”
“It’s just that Jason is teasing me about not making the team. I get so mad! I’ll never play basketball again. Jason can keep the team as far as I’m concerned!”
After some thought his father asked, “Does that mean you’re giving up on your dream to be an NBA star?”
“I’ll find something else to do.” Pedro replied.
“That’s your choice to make but have you ever thought what would happen if God gives up on his dream?”
“God’s dream? God doesn’t dream. He’s God! How could he have dreams?”
His father said, “Oh sure he dreams. God dreams of having us live with him eternally in heaven. That’s the reason he sent his son Jesus. Imagine if Jesus would have given up on the dream. He could have left this world at any time and let us work it out on our own. Instead, he suffered the pain and hardship of a death on a cross so that his dream would become a reality. Then after all the hard work, he resurrected and provided a way for you and me to become a part of his dream.”
“I never thought of it that way, pop!” Pedro said.
“Hey you know what? You can help God with his dream!”
“How can I do that?”
“You’re always having your friends over to play basketball with you, after one of your games, you can tell your friends about God’s dream. You could invite them to be part of God’s team!”
“That’s a great idea, pop! I have a great name for the team. We can call it the Dream Team!
“That’s a great idea son!” Just then, the phone rings and Pedro’s father answers. “I’ll let him know. Pedro that was your coach. It seems that his secretary made a mistake as she was typing the team’s list. Your name was inadvertently left off. He wants to see you tomorrow at practice. Congratulations son!”
“I made it! I made it! Thank you Lord, I made it!” Pedro ran and gave his father a big hug. “I gotta go!” he said.
“Where are you going, Sport? Going to let Jason know you made the team?”
“Nope! He’ll find out tomorrow. I’m going to ask him if he wants to join the Dream Team!”
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