There was a time on the field, all the players gathered round, came together.
Excited over the win or sullen over the loss, they came together when Coach Ray
said “Take a knee!”
And I can see it now, my son’s face, sweaty dark strands of hair matted into place when he took off his cap.
Attentive, waiting, respectful for what was about to be said.
Watching from a distance, I waited until they rose, walked towards the dugout and went back to being little boys, cuttin’ up with their buddies or running around together.
They had left it on the field. The win, the loss, the errors or the game winning plays.
The team had taken a knee, listened to their coach and then moved on with their day.
I told my Sunday school class last week, “It’s different if my knees find the space next to my bed in the morning. It’s just different in that place, that posture.”
This morning I “took a knee” and then with clarity, He taught me, reminded me and I moved on to devotions and journal and I made a list of things I can and can’t control.
Rules of this game of life, attentive to the coach, my Savior and teacher.
Lord, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me.
Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child.
Take a knee.
Writing as prompted by the word, team.