As I write this letter, the TV behind me is displaying the highlights of the semi-finals of the World Cup soccer tournament between Brazil and Germany. Germany played to win the whole enchilada, while the Brazilian team played as though just being from the host country should be more than enough to win, and that actually touching the ball wasn’t part of their ‘strategy’.
There’s something interesting about soccer… the exact playing time of a match is fairly arbitrary. Each game half is 45 minutes, but the clock never stops. If the game play stops for an injury, etc., the ref decides how much time is wasted, and tacks it to the end of the 45 minutes. Everyone sort of knows ABOUT how much time is left, but no one except the ref is really sure… and you can’t call a time out. The match is over when the ref decides it is, and not a moment sooner. Several World Cup matches have been decided in the final seconds of the ‘extra time’.
That’s a lot like our life with God. We can’t call a time out. The clock on our life continues to run, whether we’re playing or not. And, what’s more… we don’t really know when the game will be over. How we choose to respond to this truth can make the difference between our life being filled with moments of impact because we chose to live like the game could be over at any minute, or a life full of missed opportunities because we figured there’d be more time.
My friend David said this to me one day, and hope that in a small way it challenges you the way it challenges me every day… “the goal in life is to die exhausted and broke, because you gave it all for Him.”