I was watching some little kids play soccer. These kids were only five
or six years old, but they were playing a real game - a serious game
two teams, complete with coaches, uniforms, and parents. I didn't know
any of them, so I was able to enjoy the game without the distraction of
being anxious about winning or losing - I wished the parents and coaches
could have done the same.
or six years old, but they were playing a real game - a serious game
two teams, complete with coaches, uniforms, and parents. I didn't know
any of them, so I was able to enjoy the game without the distraction of
being anxious about winning or losing - I wished the parents and coaches
could have done the same.
The teams were pretty evenly matched. I will just call them Team One and
Team Two. Nobody scored in the first period. The kids were hilarious.
They were clumsy and terribly inefficient. They fell over their own
feet, they stumbled over the ball, they kicked at the ball and missed it
but they didn't seem to care. They were having fun.
Team Two. Nobody scored in the first period. The kids were hilarious.
They were clumsy and terribly inefficient. They fell over their own
feet, they stumbled over the ball, they kicked at the ball and missed it
but they didn't seem to care. They were having fun.
In the second quarter, the Team One coach pulled out what must have been
his first team and put in the scrubs, except for his best player who now
guarded the goal.
his first team and put in the scrubs, except for his best player who now
guarded the goal.
The game took a dramatic turn. I guess winning is important even when
you're five years old -- because the Team Two coach left his best
players in, and the Team One scrubs were no match for them. Team Two
swarmed around the little guy who was now the Team One goalie. He was an
outstanding athlete, but he was no match for three or four who were also
very good. Team Two began to score. The lone goalie gave it everything
he had, recklessly throwing his body in front of incoming balls, trying
valiantly to stop them.
you're five years old -- because the Team Two coach left his best
players in, and the Team One scrubs were no match for them. Team Two
swarmed around the little guy who was now the Team One goalie. He was an
outstanding athlete, but he was no match for three or four who were also
very good. Team Two began to score. The lone goalie gave it everything
he had, recklessly throwing his body in front of incoming balls, trying
valiantly to stop them.
Team Two scored two goals in quick succession. It infuriated the young
boy. He became a raging maniac -- shouting, running, diving. With all
the stamina he could muster, he covered the boy who now had the ball,
but that boy kicked it to another boy twenty feet away, and by the time
he repositioned himself, it was too late -- they scored a third goal.
boy. He became a raging maniac -- shouting, running, diving. With all
the stamina he could muster, he covered the boy who now had the ball,
but that boy kicked it to another boy twenty feet away, and by the time
he repositioned himself, it was too late -- they scored a third goal.
I soon learned who the goalie's parents were. They were nice,
decent-looking people. I could tell that his dad had just come from the
office -- he still had his suit and tie on. They yelled encouragement to
their son. I became totally absorbed, watching the boy on the field and
his parents on the sidelines. After the third goal, the little kid
changed. He could see it was no use; he couldn't stop them.
decent-looking people. I could tell that his dad had just come from the
office -- he still had his suit and tie on. They yelled encouragement to
their son. I became totally absorbed, watching the boy on the field and
his parents on the sidelines. After the third goal, the little kid
changed. He could see it was no use; he couldn't stop them.
He didn't quit, but he became quietly desperate futility was written all
over him. His father changed too. He had been urging his son to try
harder - yelling advice and encouragement. But then he changed. He
became anxious. He tried to say that it was okay - to hang in there. He
grieved for the pain his son was feeling.
over him. His father changed too. He had been urging his son to try
harder - yelling advice and encouragement. But then he changed. He
became anxious. He tried to say that it was okay - to hang in there. He
grieved for the pain his son was feeling.
After the fourth goal, I knew what was going to happen. I've seen it
before. The little boy needed help so badly, and there was no help to
be had. He retrieved the ball from the net and handed to the referee -
and then he cried. He just stood there while huge tears rolled down both
cheeks. He went to his knees and put his fists to his eyes - and he
cried the tears of the helpless and brokenhearted.
before. The little boy needed help so badly, and there was no help to
be had. He retrieved the ball from the net and handed to the referee -
and then he cried. He just stood there while huge tears rolled down both
cheeks. He went to his knees and put his fists to his eyes - and he
cried the tears of the helpless and brokenhearted.
When the boy went to his knees, I saw the father start onto the field.
His wife clutched his arm and said, "Jim, don't. You'll embarrass him."
But he tore loose from her and ran onto the field. He wasn't supposed to
- the game was still in progress. Suit, tie, dress shoes, and all - he
charged onto the field, and he picked up his son so everybody would know
that this was his boy, and he hugged him and held him and cried with
him. I've never been so proud of a man in my life.
His wife clutched his arm and said, "Jim, don't. You'll embarrass him."
But he tore loose from her and ran onto the field. He wasn't supposed to
- the game was still in progress. Suit, tie, dress shoes, and all - he
charged onto the field, and he picked up his son so everybody would know
that this was his boy, and he hugged him and held him and cried with
him. I've never been so proud of a man in my life.
He carried him off the field, and when he got close to the sidelines I
heard him say, "Scotty, I'm so proud of you. You were great out there. I
want everybody to know that you are my son." "Daddy," the boy sobbed, "I
couldn't stop them. I tried, Daddy, I tried and tried, and they scored
on me."
heard him say, "Scotty, I'm so proud of you. You were great out there. I
want everybody to know that you are my son." "Daddy," the boy sobbed, "I
couldn't stop them. I tried, Daddy, I tried and tried, and they scored
on me."
"Scotty, it doesn't matter how many times they scored on you. You're my
son, and I'm proud of you. I want you to go back out there and finish
the game. I know you want to quit, but you can't. And, son, you're going
to get scored on again, but it doesn't matter. Go on, now." It made a
difference - I could tell it did.
son, and I'm proud of you. I want you to go back out there and finish
the game. I know you want to quit, but you can't. And, son, you're going
to get scored on again, but it doesn't matter. Go on, now." It made a
difference - I could tell it did.
When you're all alone, and you're getting scored on - and you can't stop
them - it means a lot to know that it doesn't matter to those who love
you. The little guy ran back on to the field - and they scored two more
times - but it was okay.
them - it means a lot to know that it doesn't matter to those who love
you. The little guy ran back on to the field - and they scored two more
times - but it was okay.
I get scored on every day. I try so hard. I recklessly throw my body in
every direction. I fume and rage. I struggle with temptation and sin
with every ounce of my being - and Satan laughs. And he scores again,
and the tears come, and I go to my knees - sinful, convicted, helpless.
every direction. I fume and rage. I struggle with temptation and sin
with every ounce of my being - and Satan laughs. And he scores again,
and the tears come, and I go to my knees - sinful, convicted, helpless.
And my Father - my Father rushes right out on the field - right in front
of the whole crowd - the whole jeering, laughing world - and he picks me
up, and he hugs me and he says, "I'm so proud of you. You were great out
there. I want everybody to know that you are my son, and because I
control the outcome of this game, I declare you -- The Winner."
of the whole crowd - the whole jeering, laughing world - and he picks me
up, and he hugs me and he says, "I'm so proud of you. You were great out
there. I want everybody to know that you are my son, and because I
control the outcome of this game, I declare you -- The Winner."
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