Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.”
I couldn’t believe my eyes. One of the earthquakes from the corona virus was the total disruption of sports. I’m not a big sports guy, but I do have my favorites. I really enjoy college football and I can’t believe that several conferences will not be playing ball this fall. I am a Notre Dame football fan (and yes, I suppose it is a little weird that a Baptist preacher’s favorite team is from a Catholic school but hey, it is what it is.) I remarked to several folks that I’m not sure we can have fall with college football.
I was surely surprised when March Madness when by the wayside. Once again, I like college ball because for the most part, it is sports at it’s purest. I knew things were pretty serious when they cancelled this spring classic. Now all of the rest, well, there’s always next year. It seems from where I sit that so many of the professional sports are about money and not about the love of whatever game they are playing.
When professional sports started trying to come back, I was amused at the “creative” measures the leagues used to get things going. The NBA (National Basketball Association) did the bubble thing in Orlando—and I’m really not sure what that is about, the NHL (National Hockey League) and their attempt to have a kinda, sorta, season and playoffs. NASCAR (I’m not sure what all that stands for but I do like what they stand for) has done pretty well. Finally, there is MLB or Major League Baseball. They are playing a 60 game season and then some kind of playoff system crowned with a sorta, kinda world series.
I was watching a MLB game the other day at my son-in-law’s house. I know one of the teams was the Philadelphia Phillies and the game was being played in their park. Here’s where it gets interesting. First, as we watched this game, they had filled the entire lower level of the stadium with cardboard fan look-a-likes. If I understand this correctly people pay to have their picture sitting in these seats. It gets better.
So here are the lower stands stuffed to the gills with fake people and then to complete the “ruse” they pipe in fake crowd noise to go along with the fake people. I’m sure I am not the only person going, “what?” I’m not sure what the purpose of all that is but one thing is certain—it’s not real. I am sure that is perfectly fine in these crazy times. In fact, now that I think about it, it is probably perfectly normal for these crazy times. It’s ok…as long as it stays in the park.
Sadly, we live in a world where more and more people are wearing “invisible” masks. First, no pun intended and second, not the masks that protect you. Perhaps uncomfortable with who they are or what people might think of them, they feel the need to hide behind something or pretend to be something they are not. Like an actor on a stage they are simply playing a part. I get that because people can be harsh and judgmental. But let me share something that just might help. There is a God who loves you unconditionally and He is waiting for you to come and join His family. Once He becomes your Father, no amount of failure, no amount of sin can separate you from Him. It gets better.
Not only will He love you unconditionally, He is comfortable with the way He made you. You don’t need to pretend, you don’t need to disguise—you can be you. And when you mess up, ask and He will forgive you. When you are lonely, He will always be there. When you are afraid, He will be your Mighty Warrior and when you need to be real—you can be. He will be your BFF—your best friend forever—literally. So, weary one, come to Jesus. He tells us that if we will come to Him, He will give us rest. And when we are facing the giants of our past, our todays or our tomorrows—He is big enough. After all, He’s got this.