Hey coach?
Yeah?
Hey how come I'm on the bench? I want to be out on the court.
You tell me! I want you out there on the floor.
Well then why am I not out there? Why aren't you using me?
Again, you tell me! I told you to go, but you just stood there.
Well, yeah... but I feel like you've been ignoring me.
Really? Because I'm constantly keeping my eye on the whole team. I really want us all to play.
Ok.
So why don't you go in?
Well, I... I don't think I'm ready yet.
Sure you are.
But what if I fail? What if I don't make the shot?
It will be okay. I got you. We trained for this, and I'll help you along the way.
But failure is real, and I don't want to.
Last time I played, I only made 11 out 12 baskets. And come on, I'm your coach. If you don't make it, its not always your fault. And we'll get through it.
But...
Son, all authority in the school and on this court has been given to me. Therefore, go out there and make some shots for me, using everything I have taught you. Surely I am always here on the sideline, till the end of the game. Get out there. I have faith in you.
But....
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Our faith in ourselves can be so tiny. I would fear playing, even with the confidence of a coach. I fear the Great Commission, even with the strength and faith of One much greater than I.
I want to be better.
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