Do not look forward to what might happen tomorrow: The same God who cares for you today will take care of you and yours tomorrow and everyday. Either God will shield you from suffering or God will give you unfailing strength to bear it. Be at peace then and put aside all anxious thoughts and imaginations. St Francis Desales Hands down, my husband said. Its Super Bowl Sunday and you need to write another Playing Hurt Newsletter. It was a tradition started by our old pastor and dear friend, Wayne Smith, arguably one of the most influential Christian pastors in America. He preached tirelessly for over forty years to the faithful who, Sunday after Sunday, both drove great distances to hear him preach as well as sat in bumper-to-bumper traffic for endless miles of the stretch down the only highway leading to the mammoth church in Kentucky. His message was always divinely inspired, but it was his yearly Playing Hurt sermon on Super Bowl Sunday that drew the ravest reviews. Its because most of us are playing hurt. In one way or another. And so I wrote my first Playing Hurt Newsletter last year, as I played excruciatingly hurt when Nick got diagnosed with cancer. Am I worry-free now? Completely walking in faith without shuffling in fear? Absolutely not. Im only human. I still play hurt on some days, like I did this Thursday when I got a phone call from him saying that he had a fever and was in the doctors office. My stomach moved to my throat; my heart raced faster; and my mind played mental gymnastics that were something less than limber. I admit to playing hurt this year for entirely different reasons. Im a tad bit physically hurt...but its that good hurt that comes from exhausting exercise, the kind that I didnt get quite enough of last year because of Nicks treatment. Its similar to the kind of hurt that the football players in the Super Bowl play through. Achy muscle hurt. Broken bone hurt. Sore ribs hurt. As the football players stay in the game despite their hurt (did you catch the player riding the stationary bike through a pulled groin?), I booked a tennis game for tomorrow morning. Despite a throbbing previously-broken shoulder and a throbbing-even-more previously-shattered leg. I need to play hurt to make my body even stronger. Professional football players stay in the Super Bowl with broken fingers, pounding muscles, and aching heads. They stick it out until the end. Keep their eye on the ball. Until the game is over and a winner declared. This year finds many friends of mine suffering emotional pain, and Im playing hurt with them. Fractured relationships, parenting challenges, strained marriages. Playing hurt while helping them sort out difficult issues. And I have my own playing hurt issues to resolve, too. Disappointments on the business and personal side that require healing. And these long, bitter days of winter dont exactly help to lift our spirits, do they? Full of bleakness and of gray, devoid of sunshine and flowers, our landscapes are marked by leafless trees and barely-bubbling creeks. The dreariness makes it even easier to bathe in hurt and in pain. To become depressed with feelings of helplessness and hopelessness. With little in the next weeks to look forward to other than a possible delivery from the florist on Valentines Day or the surprise of some dark chocolate, its almost natural to walk around playing completely hurt. No bright, happy colors in wardrobes or nature to inspire and delight our senses, playing hurt in January seems a logical choice. All of us play hurt at some point in our lives. It's not the playing hurt that separates us from the rest; it's how we choose to play when we play hurt. I am fully aware that when I play sad when playing hurt, that I do not play my best game. Because I wallow in too much self-pity and take my eye off the ball. I am also fully aware that when I play scared when playing hurt I do not play my best game, either. Because then I live in fear instead of in faith. And when I play angry, I play a pretty horrible game, too. Because then I get cranky with everyone around me and take all the fun out of things. Playing angry when playing hurt serves no useful purpose at all; I need to clean out a closet or sweep the hardwood floors on those days. When I play hurt, I need to play strong. I need to abandon fear and worry and instead, incorporate a walk in faith. "The Lord is near the broken-hearted and saves the crushed in spirit." I need to stop playing angry and get on with the game. I need to enter into the game with joy and with hope, for "those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary; they will walk and not grow faint." Playing hurt is never as much fun as playing pain-free. Not in football nor in tennis nor in life. But playing hurt is something that, every now and then, we are forced to play. And sometimes through it, but certainly in the end, we'll see the beauty in strength. "strength that endures the unendurable and spills over into joy, thanking the Father who makes us strong enough to take part in everything bright and beautiful that He has for us." (Colossians 1: 11-12) With daffodils and sunshine just around the corner, I pray that whether youre playing hurt or playing strong, you will gain strength with each passing day and that you will eventually soar like the eagles. Just like the pros at the Super Bowl. |
