gameday revolution

I drove into the church parking lot at around 8:45am on Saturday morning. I knew that no one else would be there for about a half hour, and I kinda enjoy that in a strange way. It's nice to be early and take some time to prepare myself mentally for an event. Today was going to be our second crack at a neighborhood gameday. So I spent a good twenty minutes unlocking doors, collecting balls, setting up the stereo and lofting up short silent prayers to God for our day.

So I found myself at a stopping point. There still was about ten minutes before anyone else was supposed roll into the parking lot. It was a beautiful day. I sat down on the concrete and let the sun hit my face. For some reason, I thought, I need to read some Scripture. So I got my new TNIV Bible (which I love, by the way) and decided to read the Sermon on the Mount.

I love the Sermon on the Mount. It is the longest, most extensive recording we have of Jesus' teaching. I love to read it and think about how revolutionary these words were. I mean, you read it two thousand years later in a Christianized world, and it still sounds revolutionary. It makes me wonder, does the church look this revolutionary? Does our youth group look this revolutionary? What does it take?

It seems to me that real revolution occurs through a thousand small choices...not one big choice. Perhaps something that seems small and simple...like spending a Saturday morning playing games with kids from your neighborhood...can be revolutionary. I mean, think about it. How many teenagers are spending their Saturday mornings doing that?

I hope that the little choices you make in your life are revolutionary. Don't make the mistake of thinking that the small and simple are insignificant. Those little decisions are the foundation upon which we build our lives. It is through the everyday that the seeds of revolution are sown.


"Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash."