At recess, I was never the first one chosen for a team but I wasn’t the last either. It was awkward for everyone when the numbers of kids left was down to three or four. I can only imagine the anxiety of wondering if you’d be chosen on knowing that you’d be picked last. Again.
I’ve noticed businesses are using the word team more these days. People are part of the sales team or team associates. We like to think we are working together, individuals functioning as a unit for the common good. If you’re not a team player, you’re on your own and that can be a lonely place.
The closest I’ve come to being part of a traditional team is singing in the choir at school and church or playing in the band. We each have our parts to play or sing but we are only at our best when are parts are played collectively.
Since working with folks in the recovery community, I’ve learned even more of the importance of a team. We require our men to get sponsors and attend 12-Step meetings apart from the groups and classes we offer in house. We do this to ensure they are surrounded by others who have been where they are. But a team only works when we call on each other.
This week we’ve brought a few of those men with us to a week long bible conference in the mountains of North Carolina. We’re going with a couple of hundred more who are looking to change our team name from loser to winner. We know it’s doable because Jesus has made a winning team out of losers for thousands of years.
He’s chosen to use the broken-hearted, the grief-stricken, the last one picked, the prescription pill addict, the heroin user, the former professor, the divorced, the childless, the lonely and hurt. He’s chosen all of us first and makes us the best when we follow his voice.
For God saved us and called us to live a holy life. He did this, not because we deserved it, but because that was his plan from before the beginning of time—to show us his grace through Christ Jesus. 2 Timothy 1:9 NLT