I’m writing this chapter on a Saturday morning in Boston. I came here to speak at a conference. After I did my part last night, I did something very spiritual. I went to a Boston Celtics basketball game. I couldn’t resist. Boston Gardens is a stadium I’d wanted to see since I was a kid. Besides, Boston was playing my favorite team, the San Antonio Spurs.
As I took my seat, it occurred to me that I might be the only Spurs fan in the crowd. I’d be wise to be quiet. But that was hard to do. I contained myself for a few moments, but that’s all. By the end of the first quarter I was letting out solo war whoops every time the Spurs would score.
People were beginning to turn and look. Risky stuff, this voice-in-the-wilderness routine.
That’s when I noticed I had a friend across the aisle. He, too, applauded the Spurs. When I clapped, he clapped. I had a partner. We buoyed each other. I felt better.
At the end of the quarter I gave him the thumbs-up. He gave it back. He was only a teenager. No matter. We were united by the higher bond of fellowship.
That’s one reason for the church. All week you cheer for the visiting team. You applaud the success of the One the world opposes. You stand when everyone sits and sit when everyone stands.
At some point you need support. You need to be with folks who cheer when you do. You need what the Bible calls fellowship. And you need it every week. After all, you can only go so long before you think about joining the crowd.
When God Whispers Your Name
copyright [Word Publishing, 1994] Max Lucado, p. 145-146.
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