I am a fan of a certain football team. I love it when they’re winning. I cheer for them when they beat their opponents. I sit and watch the game when they are playing well. I’m proud to call them my team when they have a winning season.
But there are times when I look the other way. When the team just can’t seem to do anything right in a game. When the score is lopsided and not in their favor. When they’re not playing well. Well. I tend to walk out of the room. I find something. Anything else to do but watch my team humiliate themselves. It’s too painful.
I’ve never attended a game in person. I can say it’s because I don’t like big crowds. Or that tickets would be impossible to get. Or that I don’t want to sit outside in uncertain weather. But really. What would I do if I went to a game and my team didn’t really show up to play? I couldn’t sit through it. I would need a way out. I would need to escape. My heart wouldn’t be in the game.
My team is often in the news. When they’ve won an impossible game. When they have a winning record. When their star player makes an incredible play. When there’s talk of the national championship. But there are times when they’ve been in the news for all the wrong reasons. It’s disheartening to hear talk of a great team or coach or player who has played poorly or acted foolishly. Rumors fly. Speculation is rampant. The full story is never told publicly.
I admit it. I am a fair weather fan. If things aren’t going well with my team, I look away. Oh. I walk away from the game. Oh. I love that team. But my support is only skin deep. Does that mean I’m not a fan? Or. Does it mean I speak with my lips and not from the heart? I haven’t sold out completely to the team I call my own. Is that a double standard?
Anyone who isn’t with me opposes me, and anyone who isn’t working with me is actually working against me. Matthew 12:30
I am a Christian. I have asked God to forgive my sins. I have vowed to follow Christ for all my days. I love it when he blesses me. I am thankful when he answers my prayers. I am humbled when he shows his love to me in ways I never imagined.
There are times when God doesn’t answer the prayers I want him to answer. Or he doesn’t answer in the way I wish he would. There are times he allows me to walk a rocky road. There are days when it seems he’s not fighting for me. But the thing is. I have to know and accept the truth about God. I know he is always fighting for me. He is working hard for me. Always.
God is always with me. He fights my every battle. He walks every step with me. When the going gets tough in my life, he’s right there with me. He doesn’t give up on me when I give up on the situation. He equips me to do the work he has set out for me.
God loves me. Always. It doesn’t matter if I return his love. His love never changes. Even when I act unlovely. Even when I fail. Even when I turn my eyes to smaller gods. He still loves me. When I come running back to him, he’s waiting with outstretched arms.
So how can I be disappointed in my God. How can I walk away when I know he never gives up on me. I can count on God. I can trust him. And I do. This is one team I choose to stay with no matter what happens. God is my God and I am his. We are in this fight together.