New Year’s Eve, 2010, Pilot and I ventured to Memphis, Tennessee for the Liberty Bowl. Our Alma mater, University of Central Florida, won the right to go up against University of Georgia in the bowl game.
Naysayers predicted UCF would get tromped, but Pilot and I were confident. UCF would prevail against mighty odds. Some would say, insurmountable odds.
When we boarded the bus from the staging area at the local Walmart, to the stadium, we were the only UCFers. Rather intimidating, but Pilot and I soldiered on, despite the palpable rivalry. Maybe Pilot should have removed his UCF cap. No. We believed in our team. We were going to show which side we were on. Win or lose.
Weeks prior, when Pilot learned UCF would be going to the Liberty Bowl, he immediately purchased tickets to the game. One problem. We found ourselves on the University of Georgia side of the field.
In a sea of red and black, with one lone UCF grad to my right, the hostility intensified. Especially from the gray-hairs seated directly in front of us. Whatever happened to Southern Hospitality? Obviously, those women had not learned the art.
The competition was intense. (And not just in the stands.) At the half, the score was tied.
Even though UCF held its own, the UGA fans were still skeptical. The gray-hairs made snide remarks whenever I cheered my team on. But by now, I just hollered louder. Although tempted, no, I never accidentally spilled my coke down their backs.
Near the end of the game, the clouds, which had threatened to make life miserable the entire day, decided to open up. We were caught in a torrential downpour. Still, we stood our ground. We would not be moved.
With 2 seconds left, we were on our feet. The score was UCF 10. UGA 6. University of Georgia was out of time outs. The gray-hairs were seated in stunned silence. Yes!
Pilot and I, along with the other University of Central Florida supporters, screamed our heads off.
Rain-soaked, but extremely happy, we savored the
moment of our opponent’s defeat. When I turned to say something like, “Good game,” the gray-hairs had disappeared. Pity.
So, I’m thinking.
The odds were stacked against us. We were the underdogs. We were in hostile territory from the git go. Few people believed we could prevail. But, we kept the faith.
Isn’t that a lot like our everyday lives?
We’re attacked on every side. Hard pressed. Crushed, but not defeated. Why? Because we’ve got the power of the One who is greater, living inside us.
When the tempter comes, and he will. When life falls apart, and it will. When we think our team’s about to lose, we’ve got to stand our ground. Don’t quit. Don’t give in. Don’t give up. Keep standing, my friend.
Jesus said in this world we will have trouble. He didn’t say, “if” you have trouble. He didn’t say, “in case” you have trouble. It wasn’t, “you might” have trouble. Nope. Jesus said, you WILL have trouble. He also said to be brave, for he has defeated the world. (John 16:33)
Satan is a defeated foe. Greater is HE, Christ Jesus, who is in us, than he, Satan, who is in the world. As one of my favorite songs says, to become the overcomer Jesus wants us to become, he has to give us things to overcome.
Read that line again, and let it sink in.
And just like little UCF overcame mighty UGA, you and I can, through the power of Christ in us, overcome the arrows Satan slings our way.
So, stand your ground! Slay that giant.
I wish you well.
Please subscribe to receive posts every Tuesday and Thursday, by either going to the top of my home page, or scrolling below. Thanks!