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He Never Missed a
Game
Bob Richards, the former pole-vault champion,
shares a moving story about a skinny young boy
who loved
football with all his heart. Practice after
practice, he eagerly gave
everything he had.
But being half the size of the other boys, he
got
absolutely nowhere. At all the games, this hopeful
athlete sat on the bench and hardly ever played.
This teenager lived alone with his
father, and the
two of them had a very special relationship. Even
though the son was always on the bench, his father
was always
in the stands cheering. He never missed
a game. This young man
was still the smallest of
the class when he entered high school. But
his
father continued to encourage him but also made
it very clear
that he did not have to play
football if he didn't want to.
But the young man loved football and decided
to
hang in there He was determined to try his best at
every
practice, and perhaps he'd get to play when
he became a
senior. All through high school he
never missed a practice nor a game
but remained
a bench-warmer all four years. His faithful
father
was always in the stands, always with words of
encouragement for him. When the young man went
to college, he
decided to try out for the football
team as a "walk-on." Everyone was
sure he could
never make the cut, but he did.
The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster
because he always puts his heart and soul to every
practice, and
at the same time, provided the other
members with the spirit and
hustle they badly needed.
The
news that he had survived the cut thrilled him
so much that he rushed
to the nearest phone and
called his father. His father shared his
excitement
and was sent season tickets for all the
college
games. This persistent young athlete never missed
practice during his four years at college, but he
never got to
play in a game.
It was the end of his senior football
season, and
as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before
the big playoff game, the coach met him with a
telegram. The young
man read the telegram and
he became deathly silent. Swallowing hard,
he
mumbled to the coach, "My father died this morning.
Is it all
right if I miss practice today?" The coach
put his arm gently around
his shoulder and said,
"Take the rest of the week off, son. And
don't
even plan to come back to the game on Saturday."
Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well.
In the
third quarter, when the team was ten points
behind, a silent
young man quietly slipped into the
empty locker room and put on
his football gear. As
he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his
players
were astounded to see their faithful teammate back
so
soon. "Coach, please let me play. I've just got
to play today," said
the young man.
The coach pretended not to hear him. There was
no way he wanted his worst player in this close
playoff game.
But the young man persisted, and
finally feeling sorry for the
kid, the coach gave in.
"All right," he said. "You can go
in." Before long,
the coach, the players and everyone in the
stands
could not believe their eyes. This little unknown,
who had
never played before was doing everything
right. The opposing team
could not stop him. He
ran, he passed, blocked, and tackled like
a star.
His team began to triumph. The score was soon
tied.
In the closing seconds of the game, this kid
intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the
winning touchdown.
The fans broke loose. His
teammates hoisted him onto their
shoulders.
Such cheering you never heard.
Finally,
after the stands had emptied and the team
had showered and left the
locker room, the coach
noticed that this young man was sitting
quietly in
the corner all alone The coach came to him
and
said, "Kid, I can't believe it. You were fantastic!
Tell me
what got into you? How did you do it?"
He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes,
and
said, "Well, you knew my dad died, but did you
know
that my dad was blind?" The young man
swallowed hard and
forced a smile, "Dad came to
all my games, but today was the
first time he could
see me play, and I wanted to show him I could do
it!"
Like the athlete's father, God is always there
cheering for us. He's always reminding us to go on.
He's even
offering us His hand for He knows what
is best, and is willing to give
us what we need and
not simply what we want. GOD has never missed
a single game. What a joy to know that life is
meaningful if lived
for the Highest. Live for HIM
for He's watching us in the game
of life!
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