The doorbell rang. A package! A big package arrived at our doorstep. An unexpected package! I called my husband at work, “Come home! We got a package!” The kids and I mused about the contents. Something amazing for sure!
We waited in anticipation as the box opened revealing…a full-sized football complete with a stand. We love football but we sighed and laughed at ourselves in disappointment. It wasn’t as cool as our imagination imagined it to be. You see, it is a full-sized football with a stand but it is a wooden full-sized football with a stand.
The thought of a hail Mary thrown by a 6-year-old inside our living room sent the wooden football to my husband’s desk at his office. It sits on his desk bringing smiles to the Americans that come through from time to time. Something pretty to look at but completely useless…laughable.
My “faith” is not unsimilar at times, a pretty wooden football for looking at but completely hurtful when I try to use it, as though faith can be used. Strong, solid, and hard. Unforgiving.
Real faith is made of my skin ready to be shed for others as He shed it for me. Am I putting my skin into relationships? It’s painful but I’m trusting it’s the pain that leads to life.