What if Jesus scored touchdowns?

I usually end my days looking at the scores from the day. I see who won, who lost. I look for my teams. I check out my friends teams.

And my reaction is always the same.

If my team wins I'm all excited.
If my team beats a friends team I'm jumping up and down and doing a dance.
If my team loses I'm bummed.
If my team loses to a friend's team I'm awaiting the dreaded gloating email.

And then all of the sudden...whack! It him me.

What if Jesus scored touchdowns or made three pointers or scored goals and he was like a dynasty type guy that was kicking eveyrone's butt all the time and each night I got to check on the scores and it would be like Jesus-1040488, Opponent-0.

Is that why sometimes I get more excited about my football team than I do Jesus?
Is that why I get more excited about pulling off a worship gathering than Jesus himself?
Is that why we get pumped over closing a business deal more than over Jesus?
Is that why our worship sags at church but is vibrant when we're watching out team on TV?

Have I been so duped by the winning mentality that unless I have solid, day in and day out, visible wins from Jesus then I'm just not that excited...or worse-- I'm groveling, head down, waiting for my friend who's not on the Jesus team to send me the email that his team won again and Jesus didn't show up.

I'm so there some days.

It's so hard to wrap my mind around an already won game in a world that doesn't know it and keeps gloating about their 'victories' that I know don't amount to anything at the end of this world, but sure make my eyes light up now.

It's hard to keep moving and playing hard each day when there are so many seeming defeats on our hands and I want so badly for Jesus to step into the game and throw a pass into the end zone and just win it the darn thing.

But in the most bizarre of ways I'm reminded of the already recorded last play. I'm reminded that there is still time on the clock. I'm reminded that I have the All-Pro of All-pros on the field with me right here and right now--He's chosen to get dirty with me. I'm reminded of the already accumulated victories all around me and in history past. I'm reminded of the personal victories Jesus has won in my life.

And then I start cheering inside. I start hoping again. I start getting excited about what is to come. And I get a little grin that crosses my face. The kind of grin you see every once in a while from a player that is in the zone and just knows he can't be stopped. I get that grin because I know how this will end. I know who is going to win. And the day to day hits are nothing compared to the game-winning play that's coming.

Touchdown Jesus!


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