Last week when people were sharing senior class photos, someone from my high school posted this one from my sophomore year, circa 1979.
I absolutely loved cheering. The cute skirts. The saddle shoes. The prestige and the performances in front of crowds. Because I weighed in at 95 pounds, I was always at the top of the pyramids. I felt special. In fact, I was special. That’s because making the cheer squad – like making any team – is such a coveted opportunity. We all get this.
Well, I woke up today thinking that God has chosen us for His team. In fact, each of us is so loved individually by God, that everybody is the first pick in His draft. We get to wear His jersey. We get thrown the ball of His gospel to pass around the court of the world. We contribute to God’s wins. In fact, God never loses. How incredible is that?
It’s like being a C-suite executive: Christian. We get the salary of salvation and the authority to lead others.
We get the microphone and the megaphone.
We are salt with cleansing power.
We are light, making darkness disappear.
We shadow Jesus, the best in the business, the highest scorer, the MVP.
We get His passport and provision to travel the world as His marketing reps.
We have His truth and His playbook.
We have the recipes and the secret sauce.
We have the code and all the passwords. We have the keys.
We have it all.
If only we would live like it.
What’s in the way? What holds us back? What keeps us from living a God-squad type of life?
In the parable of the sower, we learn it might be three things:
1. Being robbed of spiritual understanding
2. Choosing self-preservation in a time of testing
3. Being choked by worldly cares and the pursuit of wealth
The reason God chose us, according to the parable, is to be fruitful, to grow up, to mature:
But the good soil represents honest, good-hearted people. They listen to God’s words, cling to them, and steadily spread them to others who also soon believe. (Luke 8.15 TLB)
If God’s our coach, He’s asking us to show up to practice and to contribute to the best of our ability. Some thirty, some sixty, some a hundred.
We can do this if we choose. It means early-morning swims. It means two-a-days. It means falling off the pyramid and getting up again, depending on each other for support.
Let’s not squander our place on God’s squad. He’s telling us to learn the plays and to play. His team doesn’t have a bench, after all. Like a cheerleading squad, everybody cheers.
You didn’t choose me, remember; I chose you, and put you in the world to bear fruit, fruit that won’t spoil. As fruit bearers, whatever you ask the Father in relation to me, he gives you. But remember the root command: Love one another. (John 1.16-17 MSG)