The most tragic are the ones that happen to athletes who truly love the game. They’ve put in the off-season work. They’ve honed their talent. They care about their teammates. They play with joy. Then they get hurt.
[Let us fix] our eyes on Jesus. . . . For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.
Hebrews 12:2 (NIV)
A torn ACL. A broken wrist. A fractured ankle. You can hear the collective gasp of the crowd when it happens. A round of applause breaks out as the injured player is helped off the court, but the writing is on the wall: this kid is done for a while.
Then they come back. And they play like never before, with a depth of joy that comes from losing something they love and finding it again. They know how hard they worked to rehab the knee. They know what it’s like to eat left-handed for six weeks or to hobble around school on crutches. But they never lost sight of their goal: to come back and play a game they love.
JOURNAL: In your spiritual life, when have you lost sight of the goal? Who helped you rediscover the joy of life with Christ?