As I age, far too quickly, I must say, I realize how non-strong I am becoming or have always been. Last night was just another fresh reminder. Badminton with people almost young enough to be my kids brings a temporary sense of euphoria followed by the harsh reality of aches and pains where I did not even know they could exist. It is exciting to compete and occasionally win games against better players in any game, and this is especially true in badminton where I have little to no experience. Winning is fun motivator. Sharing the experience with friends is the essence of the good part of life. Waking up with aches in the far corners of my bodies brings everything into focus and question.
How do I win at life? Where is my strength? Am I really committed to doing anything and everything needed in order to be at the top of the game?
Too often, I find myself doing it on my own because it is fun, there are no outside dependencies, and I actually think I can do it! If my experience is any indication, there is no chance of me ever winning at the game of life because I do not have the strength or abilities and I have no experience at what it takes to actually win! When am I going to wake up? When will I admit that I am not strong? When will I actually reconcile my desire, passion, and commitment to win at everything in life with my abilities? Do I have the courage? Before you get too comfortable with my dilemma, remember the same question applies to you; do you have the courage?
The answer is waiting for us to see, hear, and absorb. “He [Christ] presented himself for this sacrificial death when we were far too weak and rebellious to do anything to get ourselves ready. And even if we hadn’t been so weak, we wouldn’t have known what to do anyway.” (Romans 5.6)
God is our strength and our winning ticket. God is our answer.
