I don’t usually publicly reflect on where a poem has been born from, but such is the depth of my conviction from this week’s #PoetryFriday that I felt compelled to.
So in case you missed it, here is the poem in question…
Short, but not very sweet inside. I feel very heavy and burdened with the weight of the contradictions and hypocrisy warring within me. And those feelings have come to a head this week…
I’ve felt more heartache for a Champion’s League Final football loss than human loss – ouch.
I’ve sent up more prayers for my team to win football games than I ever have for the starving, persecuted, broken and lost.
I’ve spent far more hours reading sports reports than I ever have reading the Bible, or finding out about charities who do incredible work supporting the most vulnerable around the world.
I’ve scrolled past the emails asking for help from the war zones, earthquakes and tsunami; yet eagerly opened the latest BT Sport message about upcoming Champions League and Premiership fixtures…
And the list could go on…
But I don’t want it to go on. I fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness, mercy and deliverance. I know that Jesus freely gives me that. Yet I don’t want and He doesn’t want me to keep making these same habitual choices.
I need to change. And in far more ways than by sharing these thoughts. In consistent, changing actions. Greater prayer, greater care, greater involvement.
There’s so much more to life than football…
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