I’m a sports fan. And I watch a lot of sports. In fact, I’m watching my Eagles play right now (or sort of, as I have one eye on the game and both hands on the keyboard.) Anyway, as a sports fan in general and an Eagles fan in specific, I cherish and relish and savor the flavor of a good ball game. Especially a good football game. So that’s why I dislike and despise and detest and deplore bad ball. Don’t you?
Bad ball is when your team just can’t get in gear and can’t get it going and can’t get it right. Bad ball is when your team is lazy and listless and droopy and loopy and just doesn’t’ have it all together. And that sounds like most of us. Because as much I want to throw Sam Bradford under the bus, sometimes the bad football I see in him is the bad living I see in me.
Bad football is like bad living. Slips and slumps and lapses and letdowns and errors and errata and flops and faux-pas make life dodgy and dubious and suspect and abstract. And as long as we have bad football, we’ll have bad living (or is it the other way around?). Yes we all strive for perfection and precision, but that won’t come as long as we are on this side of Glory.
As for God, His Way is perfect. And following His Way is the only way there is to go. We all want predictability and certainty and sureness and consistency. But unfortunately, that won’t happen. It won’t happen outside of faith and confidence and reliance and assurance in God.
So, since God is in the saving business, I’m asking Heaven to help me and God so save me from bad football. That’s right. I need saving and deliverance and rescue and freedom from fumbles and foibles and faults and flaws during the games I watch. And especially the games my Eagles play. Is that too much to ask?
But while I can pray all I want for deliverance from bad football, this prayer won’t make it past my ceiling. The answer to this prayer request just won’t come. On the contrary, my prayer for deliverance from bad living, mine and others, will come as we rely on and trust in and depend upon Him.