I know that for most games, you need two people. Hide and Seek doesn’t work with a lone player. Kick the Can, Go Fish, Battleship…they all really need two sides to make it fun.
Although I was very blessed to be one of eight children growing up, there were times when you’d have to get creative. Even with that many potential playmates, I occasionally couldn’t find a partner. When that would happen, I’d set up a card game and play both sides. So it’s possible to do, it’s just not very entertaining.
We did have one game that absolutely required two to play. Ping Pong.
If I didn’t have an opponent, I’d just end up serving that ball over the net to the table, and then the floor every time. Silly, right? Who in their right mind would do that? Without someone ready to return the serve, it’s ridiculous to even try.
It’s a different story in spiritual life. Someone’s always over there, serving up that ball every minute of every day. He lobs grace after grace my direction, all the while, hoping I will show up.
Yep, it’s God. Every day is like a Ping-Pong Game.
Trying to engage me in a relationship, God constantly serves the ‘ball’. Not surprising really. He knows how distractible I am. If I see something else that looks better, I’ve been known to walk away from the game. But that doesn’t stop Him.
And I never start the game. He knows I’ll love Him, because He loved me first.
It starts the moment my alarm goes off in the morning. That’s the first soft lob of the day. The game begins. Will there be thanks? Will I engage Him in a return of praise? Or will I turn away, grabbing the gift of another day with grumbles and complaints before my feet hit the floor?
I have food to eat, clothes to wear, a family and work to do too. Serve. Serve. Serve. The ball keeps coming over the net to me. God must have a vat of ping pong balls because He keeps tapping them over the net, hoping I’ll return it with joy and thanksgiving.
If only I’d hit it back and start the interplay. If only I’d enter the dance of love and joy and praise with my Lord. But more often than not, there’s a sea of weightless, white ping pong ball confetti around my ankles. And I’m shuffling away, distracted by something that looks shinier.
No, I’m not very good at this. But I want to keep trying. Lucky for me, the balls keep sailing over the net. He never loses hope.
Okay, I’m ready to start again. Ready for those blessings to start bouncing my way, and ready to return the offering with my thanks. I know it’s going to make me smile because it brings me the joy of a relationship with my Creator.
That’s what He’s wanted all along.
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