I have to admit I wasn't always a fan. I didn't understand why a person would run across a field like a mad man with what seemed like an endless trail of men running in pursuit, only to trip him and then pile on top of him. Football to me was a senseless game. It was impossible to convince me otherwise until I moved to Seattle. Needless to say I was sucked into the city's '12th man'. A body of crazy fans whose loyalty cannot be swayed, win or lose.
Slowly I started learning the rules of the game, they are quite simple. Each team has an end zone which is located on the opposite side of the field, 100yards long. You start at the 50yard mark and move towards you end zone. You are allowed to make a minimum of ten yard moves at a time for which you get four attempts. If unable to make a ten yard move, your opponent gets the ball and moves the opposite direction. My expertise to the rules is still limited, however, my little knowledge of the game has since made it an interesting game to watch. Until recently it also became a tool that would teach a fundamental to success, relentless pursuit!
We had just won the match against the Sacramento 49ners, like every other fan I was ecstatic. Naturally a couple of days later I was still high on adrenaline from watching the very tumultuous game and off course the news didn't help with the constant recaps of the last minute touchdown evasion by Richard Sherman. A close call but we won, our gateway to the Super Bowl.
So here I am driving home from work, listening to worship music. Weirdly so, running through my mind are replays of the game. This particular scene where our star quarterback plunges into a group of big men. He pushes his way further towards the ten yard line. I find myself paying special attention to him. I notice he keeps pushing even though his obstacle looks like a brick wall. At that moment, it was like a light suddenly turned on and started blinking, I realized his motivation. He knew as long as he kept pushing, he was moving closer to his mark, ultimately the end zone where he would score a touchdown. It did not matter what was against him, every inch forward meant he was winning. It then dawned on me...life is a match on a football field. With many obstacles (all manners and sorts) coming your way, looking to trip you, looking to destroy you just because they want your ball (purpose). But if you clutch your ball with all your might and keep moving against the torrent. Even though in small steps, You are winning!!!
I specifically find delight and much encouragement from the story of Zerubbabel whom after many years of Israel's captivity in Babylon would lead them back to Jerusalem to rebuild the temple. Israel had been held captive for sometime now, but there was a promise that had been spoken of their redemption through the prophet Jeremiah. A promise of restoration, whose fulfillment would begin in the stirring of a king's heart. It is said,"...in order to fulfill the Word of the Lord spoken by Jeremiah, the Lord moved the heart of Cyrus king of Persia to make a proclamation through out his realm..." Ezra 1:1 (NIV)
"This is what Cyrus king of Persia says: The Lord the God of Heaven has given me all the kingdoms of the earth and He has appointed me to build a temple for Him at Jerusalem in Judah. Anyone of His people among you__ may His God be with him, and let him go up to Jerusalem in Judah and build the temple of the Lord, the God of Israel, the God who is in Jerusalem. And the people of any place where survivors may now be living are to provide him with silver and gold, with goods and livestock, and with freewill offerings for the temple of God in Jerusalem." Ezra 1:2-4 (NIV)
Following this proclamation a large group of Israelites returned to their settlements. In that place Zerubbabel and Jeshua son of Jozadak began the rebuilding of the altar, after which they would later continue in the rebuilding of the Temple itself. All through the rebuilding of the altar, they act in fear of the potential for opposition because their enemies camped around them. This opposition doesn't exactly become a reality until they begin to rebuild the temple. It is said:
"When the enemies of Judah and Benjamin heard that the exiles were rebuilding the temple of the Lord, the God of Israel, they came to Zerubbabel...and said, 'Let us help you because , like you, we seek your God and have been sacrificing to Him since the time of Esarhaddon king of Assyria who brought us here.' " Ezra 4:1-2 (NIV)
Zerubbabel and the rest of the kinsmen naturally did not accept this alleged 'kind gesture' because they knew their enemies. They refused to shake hands, their response, "You have no part with us in building our temple to our God. We alone build it for the Lord, the God of Israel, as the King Cyrus, the king of Persia, commanded us", Ezra 4:3 (NIV) And of course...this brewed a storm. It started an uphill battle, because their enemies "...set out to discourage the people of Judah and make them afraid to on building ". It is said "...they hired counsellors to work against them and frustrate their plans during the entire reign of Cyrus king of Persia...down the reign of Darius king of Persia".
"Then the peoples around them set out to discourage the people of Judah and make them afraid to go on building. They hired counsellors to work against them and frustrate their plans during the entire reign of Cyrus king of Persia and down to the reign of Darius king of Persia,"
Ezra 4:4&5 (NIV)
Does that sound familiar? Just when you have set out to complete a task, the're all of a sudden forces that rise out of nowhere to "discourage" and "frustrate" your efforts?
*Its a series....Watch this space for Part 2...Life a football field*
~Penzi Amani~