Kickball and the Kingdom
“Honey, a dumb kickball game is not one of my priorities right now! I have too much to do around here!”
I huffed and puffed about this time commitment, and this wife’s heart was anything but submissive.
I hung up the phone with my knuckle, since our conversation was had while I franticly tried to keep up with the mess that was being made…breakfast dishes scattered across kitchen. four loads of laundry to be folded. many more to be washed. my desire to get some blogging done. the house projects still needing to be tackled.
“Doesn’t anybody realize how much WORK is required for a family with six kids?!? I don’t have time for some church kickball game!”
The church where we are doing a residency program before we launch our church plant has a summer kickball league on Saturdays….the day when I try to get “caught up” on life.
but the minute I hung up the phone, I was convicted that I needed to submit to my husband’s request that I show up with the kids for the sake of community and fellowship.
I pull up to the field. forty-five minutes late. (by the time you get 6 kids dressed, and fight the seat belt battle, and settle a few sibling tiffs and tempter tantrums, that was record time!)
Right across from the field a group of about 20 African Americans, march with signs about the racist shooting in Charleston last Wednesday.
I cringe as I realize I am a white person driving around in an all black neighborhood, right when racial tension is at its height.
I wonder what these individuals think of me….
On the field was a smattering of whites, black, tan (Asian), and dark tan (Indian) bodies. All friends, all gathering together to enjoy one another and fellowship.
I realized that this was far more than “a dumb kickball game”.
This kickball game was a display of the Kingdom.
Why would people of so many different colors, ethnic backgrounds, and economic statuses join together?
it was for more than a dumb kickball game.
It was because a group of people, who all need the Same Savior, to the same extent, gather from all parts of the city in order to know Him better, worship him more freely every Sunday… and throughout the week.
This is my Church.
And when racial tensions strain to new levels, Gospel love is creating a bond and unity amongst races, ethnicities, and socio economic disparities.
And that group of protestors, might ask questions about this diverse splattering of skin colors out on the field. Ask who we are and what we are doing.
And we tell them we are the Body of Christ.
We are a kingdom preview of Revelation 17:9
After this I looked, and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and before the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands.
We love Jesus.
And we like to play kickball.