Some of my fondest memories of high school is football. Such great times. From middle school to 11th grade, every season found me on the field. I loved it. The opportunity to get the best in a blocking or tackling situation is unique. Standing over an opponent having just rocked his world in a tackle or handling a defensive player to pick up yards makes the adrenaline flow. It was awesome.
The coaches I had were interesting. If you’ve seen the movie “Dazed and Confused” then thats the kinda coaches we had. They were coaches and teachers. Drivers Ed, history, PE. But they were masters of pumping kids up to set them loose on the other teams.
When game day arrived, we walked through the halls of the school like kings. Well, maybe not kings, but it was cool. And we thought we were kings. The game was recorded from the crows nest each week. Every play, every move was seen. The good plays were celebrated, but the bad ones were reminders of missed blocks, missed opportunities and lack of motivation. Which generally meant, come Monday, wind sprints would be the motivator.
Many times on Monday, being the focus of bad play or missed blocks, meant being singled out for lack of focus. Coach would play and rewind over and over again, in slow motion, to show everyone just how much of an idiot we were. Game film. Either the chance to be a hero, or the chance to be a loser. Been on both of those lists.
I was not good enough to go on in football. But I enjoyed my time. Loved being the hero. Lived in fear of missing a block or a tackle, because it was being recorded.
I’m thankful that no one follows me around with a camera reminding me of what I missed each day. I’m glad no one is pointing out the flaw in my attitude and yelling over my missed opportunity to share the Gospel, help someone in need, or treat someone with respect. I’m especially glad no-one is with me in traffic to hear me pass judgment on other drivers. I’m not at all sure i’d like to sit through that film. And thats just a few of the public issues.
We tend to spend enough time condemning ourselves for what we don’t do. This idea of being perfect has stolen the reality of not having to be that way. For so many years we thought everyone needed to know that Jesus makes us better. He makes life better, marriage better, kids better, work better, church…better. Better and pretty.
Film. It captures every play. Every block, every tackle. Every miss. Every single play.
Stop talking yourself into someone that you’re not. Be you. Embrace the imperfection in your life. The wonder of grace is not that it makes me better, but it covers me as I am. Every doubt is covered. Every failure is covered. Every fear, every imperfection is covered…in Christ Jesus.
Everyone sees the film. They see you at your best and your worst. It’s because they see your imperfections that we should not try to explain why, but point to Christ and His sacrifice to cover those faults. It is only in Him that we can get off the performance train and look to His love as motivation with out fear of condemnation. Because in Him…There is therefore now NO CONDEMNATION. He tossed the film.
Be about that. Freedom has come.