I cried like a baby last night. I was on the floor crying like a baby. Not because I stubbed my toe. Not because I was watching The Notebook. No, I was crying because I was happy. The Eagles. My Eagles…won.
Two weeks ago, I wrote to you all about winning and losing. I wrote about how jacked up the Christian faith is with how winning is losing and losing is winning.
But here I am on the other side of winning and losing (for the first time in my life – for the first time since Super Bowls began) and I realize there is a little more to it.
Because losing isn’t better than winning.
Jesus totally agrees with me on this. Jesus, in fact, is so totally committed to winning that he was willing to do whatever it took to secure it.
“Thanks be to God! He gives us victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.” That’s how Paul puts it at the end of I Corinthians.
Victory. Victory through Jesus!
Fly, Eagles fly!
On The Road To Victory!
Sorry, got sidetracked.
What I’m saying is winning matters to Jesus.
But I thought Jesus told us to lose…Well, he did, but not really. What Jesus was really talking about was how to win the right game.
Because the worst thing in the world is not losing…it’s losing when you think you won.
Yesterday, my son David asked me if I would rather be the richest man in the world or the poorest. I said richest.
But I added this to my answer: “Jesus said this – what good really is it to be the wealthiest man in the world if it costs you your soul? If that was the question: I’d rather save my soul than be the richest man in the world.”
“Me too,” said David. “Because one lasts for life, but the other one lasts forever.”
Yes. That’s winning.
You know, sometimes it’s like I’m playing for the wrong thing. I’m trying to win this life instead of playing for the ultimate prize of heaven.
I hear there will be no tears there. But I bet there will be. Because I had a teenie tiny taste of it last night – and tears were there. And let me tell you – the tears were good.