I am not much of a sports fan. I used to love when my kids played sports, especially girls hockey which was the prominent sport in our family. All skill, NO hitting made for a fun game to watch.
For a while, our son Elijah was a really good fencer (with foils, not wire- Farmer Dave did that) and he made it to the Junior Olympics for several years and had some colleges watching him.
Horses were another thing we really enjoyed – the girls anyway – and we rode and went to horse shows, and did the 4-H thing for most of their childhood. We only recently gave up the horses when we were forced to give up the farm. (Daughter above was trampled once and this wonderful pony named Harlequin, or Harley, restored her.)
For organized team sports though – it was hockey. For many years Dave could tell you which girl went on to what Olympic team or which college and if they were recruited or not…They played with Olympians like U.S. Julie Chu (for you hockey fans) or Canadian Gina Kingsbury.
They were Vermont “All-Stars.”
They also played with high-school boys.
Watching your five foot tall, petite, 100 pounds when dripping wet, daughter get taken out by a six-foot, 250 pound Bantam boy…
Hit from behind, head first into the boards.
Crumpled heap on the ice.
Yet, there were some boys – team-mates – who took it upon themselves to be protectors of their team, even taking penalties when someone from the opposing side was out to hurt their team-mate, just because they were the opposite sex.
They took off across the ice, aimed for a direct hit, and cleaned their clocks!
I wish we had done more – one of those regrets we as parents always seem to have in supply.
But I do remember curve balls, both watching them, and swinging at them. Downright hard to get a decent hit – they leave us swinging – worthless, unless we are skilled enough to hit them out of the park.
I was never that skilled.
That is how Satan wants us to play ball – always swinging and never getting a good hit. The thing is, we don’t have to swing at his balls because they are always foul, and if we would just let him throw till his heart’s content, we could just walk out a home-run.
Or we could choose hockey.
I have known so many people who spend their entire lives swinging at foul balls instead of looking straight at the Catcher and waiting for the good balls to walk us home.
I did that for many years – a demon behind every bush. We were taught that we needed to pray over every item coming into the house because there might be an evil spirit attached to it.
I failed miserably at it.
The point is, God is bigger than the biggest devil. He is bigger than Satan.
If you believe the story, He created them all.
Singer/ songwriter Chris Tomlin must have read the story:
“Water you turned into wine, opened the eyes of the blind there’s no one like you, none like You! [No one like God]
Into the darkness you shine out of the ashes we rise there’s no one like you none like You!
Our God is greater, our God is stronger, God you are higher than any other.
Our God is Healer, Awesome in Power, Our God! Our God!”
So, if you have a tendency to pay attention to Satan or his cohorts more than to God, you are missing the bigger picture.
God is our protector, and He is fully capable of cleaning clocks far better than teen-age boys.
So if a curve ball or big slam is heading your way, just draw closer to God and hide behind Him.
I am thinking He is pretty good at power hits.
“Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.” James 4:7