That little speech to prospective piano students has spewed from me more times than I care to count. Today it occurred to me that it's not totally true. I DO still cheer. It involves no uniform, ballgame or team though.
My phone rang yesterday. Someone was facing a serious heart operation. "I'll pray for you," I promised. And I will. The phone rang again today. An old friend wept, telling me her daughter tried to commit suicide. "There's Hope. . .named Jesus. Don't give up. I'll be praying." And I am. I hung up and cried but also prayed. Hard. Within the same 24 hours I talked and hurt with a grieving widow and a young wife considering divorce.
My uniform: a moo moo
The stands: my sofa
My megaphone: a telephone or computer
The game: life
Cheers: unrehearsed and unexpected
Cheering Coach: the Holy Spirit
But I have to be filled in order to be wrung out. So my daily quiet time is my pre-game prep and is vital every day because I don't know the plays of the day coming my way. He does.
Quit sitting in the stands and judging the game. You're light and salt! Get outta' the shaker and into the soup of life! Sure, invite folks to church but remember you ARE the church! Cheer the world into Jesus' arms!
Need inspiration? Here's a true story you won't soon forget and a REAL coach who gets it! .
Be of good cheer!
Kathy (former and present cheerleader)