Our main goal in going to California recently was to celebrate the 12th birthday of our youngest grandson. We hoped to surprise him, and we certainly did!
One perk we had not counted on was that his older brother, a senior in high school, was finally going to be able to play football. (High school sports have been shut down in California for a long time because of COVID.)
When we arrived on the field, I felt an immediate urge to pray for our grandson to be kept safe from injury. This young man has a football scholarship from Arizona Christian University to attend in the fall.
The first play in the game, a player on our grandson’s team ran the kickoff back for a touchdown. Our grandson was sent in to hold for the kicker for the point after. The kicker missed, and our grandson was injured when a player from the opposing team leveled him illegally. He had to be helped off the field. The trainer was called, and our grandson had a dislocated big toe. The trainer popped it back into place and our grandson played the rest of the game.
An x-ray followed the week after, along with a c-scan, and much conflicting information before it was decided that there were no broken bones, but a tear in the ligament and some tissue damage. Thankfully, he probably will not need surgery, but he is in a cast for a month and cannot put any weight on his foot. That will be followed by physical therapy before he can get back in the game.
It was a big toe. One big toe. It is taking him out of the game for a while, and when any player is missing, the team is diminished.
That reminded me that all it takes to cripple the Body of Christ is one big toe being taken out by the enemy of our soul. We all depend upon each other in the Body of Christ. We may not be eyes or ears or heart or lungs, we might just be one big toe … still when we are taken out of the game, everyone is diminished.
We must pray for and watch out for each other; it is imperative if we are to be victorious.
